40 O Jesus Christ, Your Manger Is

1 O Jesus Christ, Your manger is My paradise where my soul is reclining. For there, O Lord, We find the Word Made flesh for us—your grace is brightly shining. 2 He whom the sea And wind obey Comes down to serve the sinner in great meekness. Now God's own Son And joins us and our children in our weakness. 3 Dear Christian friend, On him depend; Be of good cheer and let no sorrow move you. For God's own child In mercy mild Joins you to him—how greatly God must love you! 4 Ponder again What glory then The Lord will give you for your earthly sadness. The angel host Can never boast Of greater glory, greater bliss or gladness. 5 The world may hold Her wealth and gold; But you, my heart, keep Christ as your true treasure. To him hold fast Until at last A crown is yours and honor in full measure.