In the Manger

See, resting softly, in Bethlehem’s manger
There is a Savior, as God had long-sworn.
Mighty Messiah, to keep us from danger,
Now, come in weakness, is finally born.

King in the manger, without any splendor,
Gave up the riches and yielded the crown.
These are the least that the King will surrender:
Rescuing rebels, He’ll lay His life down.

Priest in the manger, who now sympathizes,
Wearing our nature and marked by disgrace.
O what a myst’ry that every saint prizes:
Why would this Priest come to die in our place?

God in the manger, who somehow is sleeping,
Lulled by the singing of angels above,
Holds all the world with His unfailing keeping,
Holds all my heart with His unfailing love.