Cradled All Lowly

Cradled all low­ly

Behold the Sav­ior Child!

A be­ing ho­ly

In dwell­ing rude and wild;

Ne’er yet was re­gal state

Of mon­arch proud and great

Who grasped a na­tion’s fate

So glo­ri­ous as the man­ger bed

Of Beth­le­hem.

No long­er sor­row

As with­out hope

O earth!

A bright­er mor­row

Dawned with that In­fant’s birth.

Our sins were great and sore

But these the Sav­ior bore

And God was wroth no more;

His own Son was the Child that lay

In Beth­le­hem.

Babe weak and wail­ing

In lowly vil­lage stall

Thy glo­ry veil­ing

Thou cam’st to die for all.

The sac­ri­fice is done

The world’s atone­ment won

Till time its course hath run

O Je­sus

Sav­ior

Morn­ing Star

Of Beth­le­hem.