There�s a manger-Babe in a far off land,
But it holds the world in its infant hand;
Just a manger-Babe in its humble bed,
But a matchless crown is upon its head.
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O manger-Babe, Thy lowly rest
More royal is than princely bed;
Best of earth�s diadems would be
Only as dross on Thy kingly head.
Just a manger-Babe, but it is the worth
Of the Father�s love to the sons of earth;
�Tis a King that sleeps in the lowly stall,
�Tis the King of kings! �tis the Lord of all.
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�Tis the manger-Babe, �tis the manger-King,
Unto Him all hail! unto Him we sing;
O the glad and joyful hosannas swell,
For the manger-King is Immanuel!
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