While men seek fame and great renown, in lowliness our king comes down.
Jesus, Jesus, precious one, how we thank you that you've come,
Jesus, Jesus, precious one, a manger throne for God's own son.
You left the sounds of angels' praise to come for men with unkind ways,
And, by this baby's helplessness, the power of nations is laid to rest.
Jesus, Jesus, precious one, how we thank you that you've come,
Jesus, Jesus, precious one, a manger throne for God's own son.
What kind of king would come so small: from glory to a humble stall?
That dirty manger is my heart too; I'll make it a royal throne for you.
Jesus, Jesus, precious one, how we thank you that you've come,
Jesus, Jesus, precious one, a manger throne, (a manger throne)
My heart is the throne for God's own son.
