The Angel’s Message (Murray)

Good news

this hap­py morn

Glad tid­ings come from Heav’n!

To us a child is born

To us a son is giv’n.

What prince of high re­nown

Doth Zi­on’s praise em­ploy?

Who brings the an­gels down

To sing their song of joy?

The Hum­ble and the Meek;

Of Him the an­gels sing;

To Him shall Zi­on seek

For He is Zi­on’s king.

He comes

th’in­car­nate Word;

He comes

the Prince of Peace;

The ev­er­last­ing Lord

Whose king­dom shall in­crease.

He quits His throne ab­ove

Upon this earth to dwell;

Such low­li­ness and love

No hu­man tongue can tell.

What pro­phets had fore­told

And kings de­sired to see

We with our eyes be­hold—

The Lord’s na­ti­vi­ty.

In Beth­l’hem’s mean ab­ode

His suf­fer­ings be­gan

When Christ

the Son of God

Became the Son of Man.

O Lord

Thine arm re­veal

That ere our course is run

We all may know and feel

What Thou for man hast done.