Lo, a Child, born to low estate, Lies where ox and lamb are fed Nor was found a place more worthy, For this Child no softer bed Born to wear a crown of glory, Brighter far than earth affords For this Child laid in a manger Is King of kings and Lord of lords Lo His palace is a stable, And His robes are swaddling bands Starlight the gem upon his brow, Love the scepter in His hand Born to wear a crown of glory, Brighter far than earth affords For this Child laid in a manger Is King of kings and Lord of lords Holy infant, Son of Mary, Born in Bethlehem this night He shall be enthroned in heaven, Robed in honor, robed in light Born to wear a crown of glory, Brighter far than earth affords For this Child laid in a manger Is King of kings and Lord of lords