A story once was told
of hushed shadows in the night,
while the little baby Jesus
lay wrapped in swaddling tight.
Everlasting light that shone
while stars in quietness gleamed,
Bethlehem was blessed with birth
for silenced was the dreamed.
Breath of wings could not be heard
as angels hovered near the earth,
bent low to sing of our new king
to impart to men of His great worth.
Shepherds keeping watch of flocks
had seen the telling star,
wise men travelled with their gifts
they had come from near and far.
Gathered in a little stable
in a manger lay our king,
a lowly birth upon this earth
Christ is born come let us sing!
Come joyful all adore Him
praise our king forevermore,
Let our souls unite with praise
our hearts and hands to Him we raise.