Low in a manger, dear little Stranger
Jesus, the wonderful Saviour, was born
There was none to receive Him, none to believe Him
None but the angels were watching that morn
Dear little Stranger, slept in a manger
No downy pillow under His head
But with the poor He slumbered secure
The dear little Babe in His bed
Angels descending, over Him bending
Chanted a tender and silent refrain
Then a wonderful story told of His glory
Unto the shepherds on Bethlehem's plain
Dear little Stranger, slept in a manger
No downy pillow under His head
But with the poor He slumbered secure
The dear little Babe in His bed
Dear little Stranger, born in a manger
Maker and Monarch, and Saviour of all
I will love Thee forever! Grieve Thee? No, never!
Thou didst for me make Thy bed in a stall
Dear little Stranger, slept in a manger
No downy pillow under His head
But with the poor He slumbered secure
The dear little Babe in His bed
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