Dear Little Stranger

Low in a man­ger

dear lit­tle Strang­er

Jesus

the won­der­ful Sav­ior

was born.

There was none to re­ceive Him

none to be­lieve Him

None but the an­gels were watch­ing that morn.

Dear lit­tle Strang­er

slept in a man­ger

No dow­ny pil­low un­der His head;

But with the poor He slum­bered se­cure

The dear lit­tle Babe in His bed.

Angels des­cend­ing

ov­er Him bend­ing

Chanted a ten­der and si­lent re­frain;

Then a won­der­ful sto­ry told of His glo­ry

Unto the shep­herds on Beth­le­hem’s plain.

Dear lit­tle Strang­er

born in a man­ger

Maker and Mo­narch

and Sav­ior of all;

I will love You for­ev­er! Grieve You? No

nev­er!

You did for me make Your bed in a stall.