All poor men and humble, all lame men who stumble,
come haste ye, nor feel ye afraid;
for Jesus, our treasure, with love past all measure,
in lowly poor manger was laid.

Though wise men who found him laid rich gifts around him,
yet oxen they gave him their hay:
And Jesus in beauty accepted their duty;
contented in manger he lay.

Then haste we to show him the praises we owe him;
our service he ne'er can despise:
Whose love still is able to show us that stable
where softly in manger he lies.