See Him lying on a bed of straw

See Him lying on a bed of straw:
a draughty stable with an open door;
Mary cradling the babe she bore -
the Prince of Glory is His name.
            O now carry me to Bethlehem
            to see the Lord appear to men -
            just as poor as was the stable then,
            the Prince of Glory when He came.

Star of silver, sweep across the skies,
show where Jesus in the manger lies;
shepherds swiftly from your stupor rise
to see the Saviour of the world!
            O now carry....

Angels, sing the song that you began,
bring God’s glory to the heart of man;
sing that Bethl’em’s little baby can
be salvation to the soul.
            O now carry....

Mine are riches from Your poverty,
from Your innocence, eternity;
mine forgiveness by Your death for me,
child of sorrow for my joy.
            O now carry...

©  Michael Perry/Jubilate Hymn

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