The Holy City Songtext
von Aled Jones

Lowly, laid in a manger,
With oxen brooding nigh,
The Heav′nly Babe is lying
His Maiden Mother by.
Lo! the wayfaring sages,
Who journeyed far through the wild,
Now worship, silent, adoring,
The Boy, The Heav'nly Child!


Leave your work and your playtime,
And kneel in homage and prayer,
The Prince of Love is smiling
Asleep in His cradle there!
Bend your heart to the wonder,
The Birth, the Mystery mild,
And worship, silent, adoring,
The Boy, The Heav′nly Child!

Dim the light of the lantern,
And bare the mean abode,
Yet gold and myrrh and incense
Proclaim the Son of God.
Lowly, laid in a manger
By Virgin undefiled,
Come worship, silent, adoring,
The Boy, The Heav'nly Child!