See Him Lying On A Bed Of Straw - YouWorship
Artist: Michael Perry (1942-96)
Category: Worship
Song Lyrics
[Verse 1] See him lying on a bed of straw, 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; Shepherds, 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, Sing the glory of God's gracious plan; Sing that Bethl'em's little baby can Be the Saviour of us all. [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 your poverty, From your innocence eternity; Mine forgiveness by your 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! [Verse 1] See him lying on a bed of straw, 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; Shepherds, 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, Sing the glory of God's gracious plan; Sing that Bethl'em's little baby can Be the Saviour of us all. [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 your poverty, From your innocence eternity; Mine forgiveness by your 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!