See He lies there in the manger

SEE HE LIES THERE IN THE MANGER
who once made the earth and sky.
Down from heaven he’s come, a stranger;
newly born, yet born to die.
Hands almighty now lie helpless,
round his mother’s finger curled;
lips so gracious, now yet speechless,
soon will speak to all the world.

2 Shepherds hasten to adore him,
wise men offer gifts so rare.
See the lowly maiden rocks him
gently, with a mother’s care.
Made a man for man’s salvation,
yet eternal God is he;
born to save from every nation,
from their chains to set men free.

3 Now they worship and adore him
as they hear the baby’s cries;
but the crowds will mock and scorn him
as he helpless hangs and dies.
Christ incarnate, come to save us,
rid our hearts of wretched pride;
reign alone as Sovereign o’er us—
you are worthy! You have died!

4 Well might angels sing in wonder
as they herald forth his birth;
even they can scarcely ponder
why God’s Son came down to earth.
See him now, enthroned in glory,
earth awaiting his return.
While our hearts recount his story
may these hearts within us burn.