On Christmas morn in manger bed
How sweetly lies the Babe!
The Son of God, come down to earth
man's sinful race to save.
And as He grows, that sinless Babe
Becomes a sinless Man
To bear our punishment for sin.
Fulfilling redemption's plan.
Upon a cross, with crown of thorns
Upon His head, He dies.
Then placed within a cold, dark tomb,
How silently He lies!
Yet, from His cold, dark tomb, from death
Behold Him now arise!
He conquered death, and rose in life
To win us for His prize!
May you be blessed this Christmas by the reminder of all Christ gave for you.