Child in the manger, infant of Mary.
Out cast and stranger, Lord of all.
Child who inherits all our transgressions.
All our demerits on Him fall.
Once the most Holy Child of salvation,
gently and lowly, lived below.
Now as our glorious, mighty redeemer,
see Him victorious o'er each foe.
Prophets foretold Him, infant of wonder.
Angels beheld Him on His throne.
Worthy our Saviour of all the praises.
Happy forever are His own.
© 1985 Jon Seccombe
Possible occasions for this song and specific keywords: Christmas