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It might have been a traveler's inn, sheltered from the cold
It might have been a palace hung with tapestries of gold
It might have been a mansion, more fit to greet our Lord
But there within a stable, the Son of God was born

His mother might have been a queen, robed in royal red
Adorned with gems and finest silk, a crown upon her head
Of high and noble station, of wealth beyond compare
But Christ was born of Mary, maiden most pure and fair

She might have placed him in a bed of linen soft and white
But in a lowly manger she laid her Child that night
No herald's trump was sounded
Nor shout of praise was heard
To welcome at his coming
The Hope of all the world

No cradle for the King of kings, nor ruler's lofty hall
Mere music born on angel wings, and starlight in a stall
The Lord of heaven laid aside his glory from above
And came to us a baby, to win the world with love.

This song is part of the In Him We Live cantata.