Throne of glory filled with hay, there in a cattle stall
Majesty, on it was laid, our King and Lord of all.
Lifter of my head as babe who couldn’t lift His own
Latent power, love displayed, the King lay on his throne.
Manger held the King that night whom cribs did not accept.
He who has so loved the world, the world would still reject.
Good Shepherd slept among the sheep for that was his path
to willingly lay down his life for lambs deserving wrath.
Humble Savior, King enthroned upon a mound of hay
Star awakens souls to sing Him everlasting praise.