Christ’s Natal Day

Once o’er the hills of Ju­dah

Burst forth a glo­ri­ous light;

Heralding the Mes­si­ah

Shining in splen­dor bright!

And thro’ the air came steal­ing

Sweetly on wings of morn;

From Heav­en’s tow­ers peal­ing

Jesus the Lord is born!

Glory

glo­ry

glo­ry let us sing!

Glory to our heav’n­ly king!

Sound aloud His prais­es

sing a joyful lay

This is our Sav­ior’s na­tal day!

Strange was His throne

O child­ren!

Only a man­ger cold!

But prince­ly gifts were brought Him

Myrrh

frank­in­cense and gold.

Myrrh was the bit­ter to­ken

Of His great sac­ri­fice;

Frankincense

hom­age paid Him;

And gold

the king­ly price.

Still through the air around us

Echo ce­les­ti­al strains;

Still o’er earth’s sin­ful dark­ness

That Light in gran­deur reigns;

What are the gifts we’ll bring Him?

No type of sor­row now!

Hearts’ pray­ers shall be our in­cense

And love shall crown His brow.