Once in Dave’s Unroyal City
Once in Dave’s unroyal city,
Stunk a lowly cattle shed,
Where a man laid not-his baby
In a land of Roman dread
Mary was that mother wowed,
Jesus Christ her weeping child.
And He followed children’s pattern,
Day by day like us He grew,
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew,
And He feeleth for our sorrows,
And He shareth in our woes.
And one day, all eyes shall see Him,
When He comes to judge the earth;
For that child so frail and violent,
Is our Lord in heaven above,
(But He’ll lead His children on,
To the place where He is gone.)
(Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the cows all standing by,)
We shall see Him, but in heaven,
Set at God’s right hand on high!
When like stars, His children crowned,
All in light shall then be found.
