My Master was so very poor,

A manger was His cradling place;

So very rich my Master was

Kings came from far

To gain His grace.

My Master was so very poor,

And with the poor He broke the bread;

So very rich my Master was

That multitudes

By Him were fed.

My Master was so very poor

They nailed Him naked to a cross;

So very rich my Master was

He gave His all

And knew no loss.

-Harry Lee (1874-1942)