On a day when men were counted, God became
the Son of Man,
That His Name in every census should be
entered was His plan.
God, the Lord of all creation, humbly takes a
creature’s place;
He Whose form no man has witnessed has today
a human face.
On a night, while silent
shepherds watched their flocks upon the
plain,
Came a message with its summons brought by
song of angel train:
Lo, in Bethlehem’s little village has arrived
the shepherd King,
And each shepherd to his Master must his
sheep as offering bring.
When there shone the star of David in the
spangled eastern sky,
Kings arrived to pay their homage to the
Christ, the Lord most high.
Yet not all, for lo, there soundeth through
the streets a fearful cry;
For a king who will not worship has decreed
that Christ must die.
Yet it’s Christmas, and we greet Him,
coming even now to save;
For the Lord of our salvation was not captive
to the grave.
Out of Egypt came the Savior, man’s Immanuel
to be—
Christmas shines with Easter glory, glory of
eternity.
