God gave a child,

And in a manger lay the priceless gift of all eternity:

A sleeping babe,

unheralded by rulers of a restless world expect for three

Who saw the ever lasting hope of men

In a humble crib, in Bethlehem.

God gave a star

And by its light displayed

a path for wandering shepherd folk to see

A Saviour child, unknown to millions heedless of the destiny

Of a soundless infant in repose,

Lying in a stall, in swaddling clothes.

God gave a song;

And angel legions sang the haunting phrases of a melody

That never ends and lifted from a tiny town’s obscurity

A boy child born in a mound of hay

To give a waiting world its Christmas Day.