Come, Listen to the Story

Come

list­en to the sto­ry

Of Je­su’s birth

of Je­su’s birth;

How Christ

the King of glo­ry

Came down to earth

came down to earth;

Left Heav’n all pure and ho­ly

To do God’s will

to do God’s will;

Who with the meek and low­ly

Is dwell­ing still

is dwell­ing still.

Behold! while earth is sleep­ing

Amid the snows

amid the snows;

While an­gels watch are keep­ing

There blooms a Rose

there blooms a Rose;

And Ma­ry makes a bow­er

Within her breast

with­in her breast;

For that ce­les­ti­al Flow­er

Her Sav­ior blest

her Sav­ior blest.

And ere the morn is break­ing

Across the world

across the world;

The shep­herds

flocks for­sak­ing

With won­der bold

with won­der bold;

Draw near in ad­or­ation

Their praise to pour

their praise to pour;

To offer an ob­la­tion

That Babe be­fore

that Babe be­fore.

So runs the Gos­pel sto­ry

Of that sweet morn

of that sweet morn;

Ere found the Rose’s glo­ry

Had tar­ried the thorn

had tar­ried the thorn;

And now to Heav­en trans­plant­ed

Its bliss to share

its bliss to share;

Our God

to us hath grant­ed

Hereafter there

here­af­ter there.