It stirs the flagging spirit, oh,
It lifts the downcast heart with hope
And fills the dark with song
Those surreal scenes from days of old
Unfold in wond’ring eyes
The tidings that the angels told
Still hold redemption’s
prize
A Savior, Christ the Lord”
In Bethlehem’s manger was laid
A gift none can afford
…as Word became flesh then became
A bleeding sacrifice
Righteousness wore the sinner’s shame
And bore salvation’s price
What spilled in angel’s song, then tears
Though years and ages roll
Abides with us, comforts our fears
And still saves sinner’s soul
Jesus gladdens sad spirits, oh
His truth is never
wrong
Love lifts the downcast heart with hope
And fills the dark with song
Those surreal scenes from ancient hills
Still tell the Saviour’s birth
The gift of Bethlehem still spills
For unto us was born that night
Heaven’s joy to the world
Jesus, the Way, The Truth, The Life
To mortal strife unfurled
…someday the skies will flare once more
Someday all hearts will burn
As we, like those shepherds of yore
…and what some deemed a farfetched tale
Will see The Living Word
As every tribe and tongue will hail
Jesus, Jesus as Lord
© Janet Martin
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