The rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, and ordered their estate.

Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult / Of our life's wild, restless sea.

The rich man in his castle, / The poor man at his gate, / God made them, high or lowly, / And ordered their estate.

There is a green hill far away, / Without a city wall, / Where the dear Lord was crucified,/ Who died to save us all.

Once in royal David's city / Stood a lowly cattle shed, / Where a Mother laid her Baby / In a manger for His bed: / Mary was that Mother mild, / Jesus Christ her little Child.

All things bright and beautiful, / All creatures great and small, / All things wise and wonderful,/ The Lord God made them all.