Born in squalor, In a stable Behind an inn; But this Jesus is our Saviour And he reigns as King. Born a baby Tiny human, Behind an inn; But he is our elder brother, We rely on him. Born so helpless, All reliant, Behind an inn; But it's we who need his guidance, Saving us from sin. God was in that tiny baby, Behind an inn; And we wonder at the greatness Present there in him.