And so then to a lowly manger,

just barely sheltered from the sky,

where not a whisper can be heard

yet starlight sings a lullaby,

shall we draw nigh?

And to the place where angels lead us,

with Kings and shepherds standing by,

where all the creatures of the earth

bow down and worship with a sigh,

shall we draw nigh?

What is it that I have to offer?

What precious treasure shall I bring?

I have no innocence,

I have no confidence

to look upon a King

But still then to a humble cradle,

wherein the hopes of all now lie,

and bringing only what we have:

a simple promise to abide,

shall we draw nigh