by Unknown Author
Christ Jesus was born in a stable-
A birthplace of humblest degree,
So that no one could say, "I am poorer,
More lacking in comforts, than He."
His mother in swaddling bands
The wardrobe of One, the Divine,
That no one could say of His raiment,
"Christ's garments were better
His home and His comforts were
No pillow for resting His head!
But He lived, and He suffered and
To give us true comforts instead.
In glory His wealth had been boundless!
He laid all those riches aside,
That we might have riches eternal,
And with Him forever abide.