Once in royal David's city / Stood a lowly cattle shed, / Where a Mother laid her Baby / In a manger for His bed: / Mary was that Mother mild, / Jesus Christ her little Child.

Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult / Of our life's wild, restless sea.

The rich man in his castle, / The poor man at his gate, / God made them, high or lowly, / And ordered their estate.

There is a green hill far away, / Without a city wall, / Where the dear Lord was crucified,/ Who died to save us all.

All things bright and beautiful, / All creatures great and small, / All things wise and wonderful,/ The Lord God made them all.

Here on this bend, the house was burning. Families lived there, ... This child was looking back to his residence, the mother was weeping and the father was shaking his head, asking, 'How could this be? How could this be?'