Itís Christmas once again,
Yes, itís that time of year,
To reflect now and then,
And wish that you were here.
To talk about the story,
About a baby born one night.
A King without His glory,
Who left His throne of might.
The babe grew into a child,
And the child became a man.
The King dwelt among His people,
But they would not understand.
God left His Heavenly splendour,
The Son came from above.
He became a simple servant,
To show that He was love.
Then one day He died,
Crucified upon that tree.
Even now I wonder why,
Why did He die for you and me?
Christmas without Easter
Is only half the story;
Jesus, the Son of God,
Arose again in glory.
He didnít come that night,
Just to give us a holiday;
He came to give us life,
And showed He was the Way.
Immanuel, our God is with us,
As the prophets had foretold.
He redeemed us with His precious blood,
Not with silver or with gold.
The wise men later brought their gifts,
Knelt and worshipped at His feet.
Like a wise man, will you give
Your heart to the Prince of Peace?
December 11th, 1995
O Holy Night (lyrics: Placide Clappeau; music: Adolphe C. Adam)
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of the dear Saviorís birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here came the wise men from Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger,
In all our trials born to be our friend!
Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His Gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His Name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy Name!