In Stable Lowly

In stable low­ly

A lit­tle child is born

Of Ma­ry ho­ly

All on the Christ­mas morn.

Yet nob­ler is His stall

Than state­ly pal­ace hall;

His grace pro­claims Him whol­ly

The light of God to all

In sta­ble low­ly.

Tho’ I be­hold Him

In this poor earth­ly shrine

Faith may en­fold Him

In ra­di­an­cy di­vine.

Tho’ but an in­fant fair

I know the Christ is there

As pro­phets have fore­told Him;

E’en in a man­ger bare

Tho’ I be­hold Him.

No lon­ger so­rrow!

For Christ His pow’r doth prove;

Our hearts may bor­row

His won­drous

heav’n­ly love.

Into this world of care

He comes

our life to share;

With Him a ra­di­ant mor­row

Dawns o’er us from ab­ove:

No long­er sor­row!