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.
The 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 ne’er can despise;
Whose love still is able
To show us the stable
Where softly in manger He lies.
bluebird of bitterness 
Beautiful
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