The King of kings, Eternal God Came to the world He made. He could have come a mighty Prince, But as a babe was laid Among the straw in manger crude In the midst of oxen food!
The mother of the holy child Was not of world-wide fame. She was a humble village maid Just ‘Mary’ was her name.
The angels did not sound their voice Before the earthly King; ‘Twas to the ears of shepherd lads Their message they did bring.
Oh, proud and haughty, you must stoop And kneel upon the floor: From there the Saviour beckons you To enter through the door.
~ Jenny Daniel
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