The Birthday of a King

In the lit­tle vil­lage of Beth­le­hem

There lay a child one day;

And the sky was bright with a ho­ly light

O’er the place where Je­sus lay.

Alleluia! O how the an­gels sang.

Alleluia! How it rang!

And the sky was bright with a ho­ly light

’Twas the birth­day of a king.

’Twas a humb­le birth­place

but O how much

God gave to us that day

From the man­ger bed what a path has led

What a per­fect

holy way.