What kind of King would leave His throne
In Heaven to make this earth His home?
While men seek fame and great renown

In loneliness our King comes down

Jesus, Jesus, precious One

How we thank You that You've come
Jesus, Jesus, precious One
A manger throne for God's own Son


You left the sound of angels' praise
To come for men with unkind ways

And by this Baby's helplessness
The power of nations is laid to rest


What kind of King would come so small
From glory to a humble stall?
That dirty manger is my heart, too

I'll make it a royal throne for You

My heart is a throne

My heart is a throne for God's own Son