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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.
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.
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.
'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!
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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:7;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE MANGER-BABE
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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1904
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