Then sweeter strains from heaven began
“Glory to God—good will to man.”
3 Babe of the manger! can it be?
Art thou the Son of God?
Shall subject nations bow the knee,
And kings obey thy nod?
Shall thrones and monarchs prostrate fall
Before the tenant of a stall?
4 ’Tis he! the hymning seraphs cry,
While hovering drawn to earth;