1 Where shall the Prince of Peace be born,
And where shall the Savior rest?
In a stable bare, in a crib forlorn:
For the busy inn doth cruelly scorn
Its great and glorious guest.
2 Where shall the Prince of Peace be born,
And where shall the Savior rest?
To a ruined church, on a Christmas morn,
To a world by hatred and warfare torn,
He cometh the Savior blest.
3 Where shall the Prince of Peace be born,
And where shall the Savior rest?
In the hearts of men that are crowned with thorn,
In the hearts of lonely women that mourn,
In the hearts of the poor oppressed.
4 Bare and unworthy this heart of mine,
Yet there shall the Savior rest;
For the altar lights on the cradle shine,
And the glory of God fills the ruined shrine,
Quia Jesus natus est.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13159