Our Christmas Song

(Today, a re-post of hope that never grows old!)

Hail the fruit of Mary’s womb

In joyous celebration

Hail the Victor of death’s tomb

And hope of every nation

For this is Jesus Christ, God’s Son

He gives to us our Christmas song

Hail, the hand that held the nails

So we may be forgiven

Hail, His love that never fails

Sealing our hope in Heaven

Come gather ‘round on bended knee

Hail, Jesus Christ who sets men free

Hail, hail the Seed of mystery

Born to the Virgin Mary

For Christ put on mortality

And suffered even Calva’ry

Lift up your heart and raise your voice

Mankind has reason to rejoice

Hail the King on Heaven’s throne

The Babe whom angels heralded

Hail He who passed through Caesar’s stone

Where roman soldiers guarded

Hail Jesus Christ, God’s precious Son

He gives to all a Christmas song

He gives to all a song of hope

Hark to love’s sacred story

Jesus, ev'ry sinner’s scapegoat

And redemption’s glory

He gives to all a song of joy,

Peace and goodwill forever

Hail Bethlehem’s dear baby boy

Hail Jesus, death's Deliverer

© Janet Martin