Gauntlett: Once in Royal David's City

Once before visited to the lowly animal Shed, where mother babe in a Manger For his bed. Here We worship, Jesus Christ, the little child. He came down to earth again To his own And to The poor, and he shared Mother's Pain and His cradle was a Stall. With The poor, and mean, And lowly, And though all his mother's shackles he Bore on her Elbow there, but last the lay. Christian Children all must be, And From his folds flee. For he is our Childhood's pattern Day By Day like us He was little, Weak, and helpless Tears and sighs Like us he knew, and he Healeth all our Sadness and he Shareth in Our gladness. And our eyes at last Shall see him through his Own redeeming Love, for that child So dear and gentle Is our Lord in heaven Above, and he Leads his children On to the Place where is Gone. Not in cattle, nor In stable, in deep Holes and stabling vile, he Shall sit, But in heaven, Seated God's right hand On high, where like Sons his children Come, for In Christ