God Came To Man

God Came to Man


God Came to Man

Marcella Franseen

O blessed wretch am I!

For me, God came to die.

Holy baby born of Mary,

My sin to one day carry.

No palatial room for He

Who spoke the world to be.

Only a manger for His bed

Where lowly animals have fed. 

O the thorny crown that waits,

The Son of God who takes my place.

Nails to pierce His hands, His feet,

But tonight the baby sleeps.

While shepherds watch by night,

And the star above shines bright,

The angels lift their voices,

And all the earth rejoices.

This night God came to man

In a stable in Bethlehem.

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