All my heart is bowed and crying In humility and wonder Precious Child from highs descending To our world of grief and hunger
I’ve no riches like the magi Gold or mirth or costly incense Anguished tears of real repentance Lowly heart my gifts to offer
Lord I come to bow before You Kneeling at Your humble manger Little child who came from heaven I worship You with adoration
Here I lay them at Your altar In humility and wonder Holy Jesus born to suffer For my sin the cross to conquer