1. For us no night can be happier filled, Than that which
brought forth that wondrous Child, Which in mean
clothes wrapped was in a manger (Hard sure for
child of some beggar stranger!) Laid down to sleep.
2. Yea, what would think now all Christendom, If in our
time any one should come With such
signs, requiring all to receive him, And the true
God in this plight believe him; Would they believe it?
3. But those without, they concern us not; Praise to
him, who on us has wrought, That with
full assent we to think are able, That the poor
Babe in homely rags and stable Is the Lord God.