My Heart, So Like the Manger Lowly

O won­drous grace! for guil­ty men

Was Je­sus born in Beth­le­hem;

He laid aside His ma­jes­ty

And came to earth a man to be.

My heart

so like the man­ger low­ly

Is all un­wor­thy

Lord

for Thee;

Yet

as Thy home

by grace made ho­ly

My heart for­ev­er­more shall be.

Men knew not in such hum­ble form

Their Lord to save in love had come;

Almost un­heed­ed was the birth

Of our Re­deem­er on the earth.

Tho’ He was rich

free­ly He gave

Up all

that He the lost might save;

Love

from the man­ger to the cross

Made Him in glad­ness suf­fer loss.

I love the Lord for stoop­ing so

I’m glad that He did ev­er go

Thro’ hu­man life in hu­man form

And ev­en shared with man His tomb.

Like to the Lord

oh

may I be!

Like Him in His hu­mil­ity;

With love like His

to live alone

To serve and bless the needy one.

O let the song of praise as­cend

To Je­sus

who so low did bend;

Tell out the love that moved His heart

That led Him e’en with life to part.