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.

Amen.