Gentle Mary Laid Her Child

Gentle Mary laid her child low­ly in a man­ger;

There He lay

the un­de­filed

to the world a strang­er:

Such a babe in such a place

can He be the Sav­ior?

Ask the saved of all the race who have found His fa­vor.

Angels sang about His birth; wise men sought and found Him;

Heaven’s star shone bright­ly forth

glo­ry all around Him:

Shepherds saw the won­drous sight

heard the an­gels sing­ing;

All the plains were lit that night

all the hills were ring­ing.

Gentle Ma­ry laid her child low­ly in a man­ger;

He is still the un­de­filed

but no more a strang­er:

Son of God

of hum­ble birth

beau­ti­ful the sto­ry;

Praise His name in all the earth

hail the King of glo­ry!