Full Lyrics
All poor men and humble,
all lame men who stumble.
Come haste ye, nor feel ye afraid.
For Jesus our treasure,
with love without measure,
in lowly poor manger is laid.
Though wise men who found him
laid rich gifts around him,
yet oxen they gave him their hay.
And Jesus in beauty
accepted their duty
(contented in manger he lay).
Then haste we to show him
the praises we owe him;
our service he ne'er can despise.
Whose love still is able
to show us that stable
where softly in manger he lies.
