Once In Royal David's City

Once in royal Davids city,
 Stood a lowly cattle shed,
 Where a mother laid her Baby,
 In a manger for His bed:
 Mary was that mother mild,
 Jesus Christ, her little Child.
 He came down to earth from heaven,
 Who is God and Lord of all,
 And His shelter was a stable,
 And His cradle was a stall:
 With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
 Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
 For He is our childhood's pattern;
 Day by day, like us, He grew;
 He was little, weak, and helpless,
 Tears and smiles, like us He knew;
 And He cares when we are sad,
 And he shares when we are glad.
 And our eyes at last shall see Him,
 Through His own redeeming love;
 For that Child so dear and gentle,
 Is our Lord in heaven above:
 And He leads His children on,
 To the place where He is gone.