Thou earnest, O Lord,
With the living word
That should set Thy people free;
But, with mocking scorn
And with crown of thorn,
They bore Thee to Calvary
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;
Thy Cross Is my only plea.
WHO Is He, In yonder stall,
At whose feet the shepherds fall?
Tis the Lord! O wondrous story!
Tis the Lord, the King of Glory!
At His feet we humbly fall;
Crown Him, crown Him Lord of all.