Once in royal David's city

Stood a lowly cattle shed

There a mother laid her baby

In a manger for his bed

Mary was that mother mild

Jesus Christ her little child

And through all his wondrous childhood

Day by day like us he grew

He was little weak and helpless

Tears and smiles like us he knew

And he feeleth for our sadness

And he shareth in our gladness

And our eyes at last shall see him

Through his own redeeming love

For that Child so dear and gentle

Is our Lord in heaven above

And he leads his children on

To the place where he is gone