Once in royal David's city,
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Stood a lowly cattle shed,
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Where a mother laid her Baby,
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In a manger for His bed:
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Mary was that mother mild,
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Jesus Christ, her little Child.
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He came down to earth from heaven,
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Who is God and Lord of all,
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And His shelter was a stable,
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And His cradle was a stall:
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With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
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Lived on earth our Savior holy.
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For He is our childhood's pattern;
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Day by day, like us, He grew;
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He was little, weak, and helpless,
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Tears and smiles, like us He knew;
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And He cares when we are sadness,
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And he shares when we are gladness.
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And our eyes at last shall see Him,
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Through His own redeeming love;
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For that Child so dear and gentle,
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Is our Lord in heaven above:
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And He leads His children on,
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To the place where He is gone.
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Not in that poor lowly stable.
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With the oxen standing by;
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We shall see Him but in Heaven,
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Set at God's right hand on high;
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Where like stars His children crowned,
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All in white shall wait around.
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Once In Royal David's City
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| Alvin And The Chipmunks |
