George Beverly Shea He Became Poor
He Became Poor lyrics

Intro
For He became poor to ransom my soul

Verse 1
They borrowed a manger of hay for His bed
Jesus my Savior
No soft, downy pillow, no warm cradle spread
For Jesus, my Lord

Chorus
His were the planets and stars in the sky
His were the valleys and mountains so high
His, all earth's riches from pole unto pole
But He became poor to ransom my soul

Verse 2
They borrowed a colt lowly, beast for a King
Jesus my Savior
No court gave him honor, No carillons ring
For Jesus my Lord

Chorus
His were the planets and stars in the sky
His were the valleys and mountains so high

His, all earth's riches from pole unto pole
But He became poor to ransom my soul

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