The Heavenly Stranger

No warm downy pil­low His sweet head pressed

No soft silk­en gar­ments His fair form dressed;

He lay in a man­ger

this heav­en­ly Strang­er

The pre­cious Lord Je­sus

the won­der­ful Child.

Thou heav­en­ly Strang­er

so gen­tle and mild

Tho’ born in a man­ger

the Fa­ther’s own child;

We’ll wor­ship be­fore Thee

And praise and adore Thee

And sing the glad sto­ry again and again.

No ju­bi­lant clang of re­joic­ing bell

The glo­ri­ous news to the world did tell;

But an­gels from glo­ry sang sweet­ly the sto­ry

Of Beth­le­hem’s Strang­er

the Sav­ior of men.

All hail to Thee

Je­sus

Thou Ho­ly One!

All hail to Thee

Je­sus! Je­ho­vah’s Son;

While an­gels adore Thee

We’ll wor­ship be­fore Thee

Our bless­èd Mes­si­ah

our Sav­ior and King.