Low In A Manger, Dear Little Stranger,
Jesus, The Wonderful Savior, 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, Born In A Manger,
Maker And Monarch, And Savior Of All;
I Will Love Thee Forever! Grieve Thee? No, Never!
Thou Didst For Me Make Thy Bed In A Stall.

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