Lowly birth for a king
Manger for a bed
Chorus of angels sing
Star shines overhead.
Manger for a bed
Sleeping babe does lay
New mothers prayers are said
Infant, to sleep gives way.
Chorus of angels sing.
They make a joyful sound.
Hallelujahs ring.
High praises do abound.
Star shines overhead.
Its beams reach out, are hurled.
Wisemen can be led
straight to Light of the World.