That God forsook His sweet delight,
And wished to take a human birth,
To share our every toil and plight?
And He did suffer unconsoled,
And we were guilty of His pain.
The Word of God in flesh behold,
Now born to share our life mundane.
A meager shed for Him they found,
And in a manger there He lay.
What was He, and what was there ’round?