All poor men and humble

All lame men who stumble

Come haste ye nor feel ye afraid

For Jesus our treasure

With love past all measure

In lowly poor manger was laid

Through wise men who found him

Laid rich gifts around him

Yet oxen they gave him their hay

And Jesus in beauty

Accepted their duty

Contented in manger He lay

Then haste we to show him

The praises we owe him

Our service He never can despise

Whose love still is able

To show us that stable

Where softly in manger He lies