Hymn 175

A draughty stable with an open door

Michael Perry

Verse 1

A draughty stable with an open door,

Mary cradling the babe she bore;

The Prince of Glory is His name.

Chorus

O now carry me to Bethlehem,

To see the Lord appear to men:

Just as poor as was the stable then,

The Prince of Glory when He came.

Verse 2

Star of silver sweep across the skies,

Show where Jesus in the manger lies.

Shepherd swiftly from your stupor rise,

To see the Saviour of the world.

Chorus

O now carry me to Bethlehem,

To see the Lord appear to men:

Just as poor as was the stable then,

The Prince of Glory when He came.

Verse 3

Angels, sing again the song you sang,

Bring God’s glory to the heart of man:

Sing that Bethlehem’s little baby can,

Be salvation to the soul.

Chorus

O now carry me to Bethlehem,

To see the Lord appear to men:

Just as poor as was the stable then,

The Prince of Glory when He came.

Verse 4

Mine are riches—From Thy poverty:

From Thine innocence, eternity;

Mine, forgiveness by Thy death for me,

Child of sorrow for my joy.

Chorus

O now carry me to Bethlehem,

To see the Lord appear to men:

Just as poor as was the stable then,

The Prince of Glory when He came.