BEHOLD
Behold Him, from the heavens to earth hath come
That the Father’s love on men may dwell, as the son
The little child of God on a lowly manger lies
That the Father might deem us in esteem high
Not a single room in all the inns for His birth
For who God has made a son, is a stranger on earth
Wrapped in swaddling clothes amidst straw, dung, and hide
Ah, in a world as corrupt, God’s mercies still abide
His birth, not by the upset of day, but in the silence of night
To bring to us peace and quiet from our frequent sigh
Not to kings or priests but to shepherds breaks the good tidings
That to the poor and weary, the news of salvation brings
Behold the king of the world, in a stable born anew
That one with God, though poor, the world is but a footstool
Many argue and deny His birth, like Herod they are
Ye Wisemen be to pay Him homage, and walk not their wayward path!
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