Christ, Our Lord, on Christmas Day

Christ, our lord, on Christmas Day,

here in body dwelling,

came, our God, to be a man

came to pay our ransom

All the angels preach the news

Heaven’s wrath is ending.

A baby sleeps in stone and straw

Glory in the Highest!

Born a peasant, owned a king

by the magi-envoys.

Payed in earnest of Your death

tribute to Your glory!

Herod shakes in troubled fear

hearing sacred scripture;

trusts the words, but not the sense

turns his heart to murder.

Ancient hands in temple hall

raise their infant Savior.

“Light of truth to pagans, He.

Glory of all Israel.”


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