The King of kings, Eternal God
Came to the world He made
He could have come a mighty Prince
But as a babe was laid
Among the straw in manger crude
In the midst of oxen food!

The mother of the holy child
Was not of world-wide fame
She was a humble village maid
Just 'Mary' was her name

The angels did not sound their voice
Before the earthly King
'Twas to the ears of shepherd lads
Their message they did bring

Oh proud and haughty, you must stoop
And kneel upon the floor:
From their the Saviour beckons you
To enter through the door