In a Lowly Manger Sleeping

In a low­ly man­ger sleep­ing

Calm and still a babe we see

’Tis the Ho­ly Child of pro­mise

Light of all the world is He.

Holy an­gels sing His wel­come

In the realms of glo­ry bright

While the morn­ing stars around Him

Fall in soft and ten­der light.

Blessèd Sav­ior

dear Re­deem­er

King of Ju­dah

Prince of Peace

Rock of Ag­es

Star of na­tions

Thy do­min­ion ne’er shall cease.