Spout Cottage

Remember the time when our Saviour was born,
No house for a home but a stable forlorn;
His birthplace no more than where oxen did lie,
Yet he for all people most surely did die.

So now he's ascended to Heaven above
And there to all nations revealed His sweet love;
While angels before him in rapture doth sing,
In hymns most delightful makes Heaven to ring.

So now we will praise him for what he hath done,
And trust in his mercy for what is to come;
Be true to your King while the battle is o'er,
Then we'll sing Hallelujah to God evermore.