Lyrics

What a place to greet a King, what a place to lay His head
What a humble offering, what a humble bed

My little one this isn't what You deserve
Poor sinners to walk beside You while
You're on this earth
And oh we want to give You all the best that's in this world
But God Your Father chose two paupers
To love You from Your birth

My little one all that I have is now Yours
Naught else to give but a mother's love
And manger crib

What a humble gathering shepherds falling on their knees
Only they heard angels sing and only they are here to greet You

All of earth should sing Your praise
And all our voices to You be raised
To greet our King in a royal way

My little one this isn't what You deserve
Poor sinners to walk beside You while
You're on this earth
And oh we want to give You all the best that's in this world
But God Your Father chose two paupers
To love You from Your birth
My little one all that I have is now Yours
Naught else to give but a mother's love
And manger crib