The Christmas Story

Long ago

in Beth­le­hem’s man­ger

Christ was born

the Sav­ior King;

Angel voic­es shout the wel­come

Hark

the glad ho­san­nas ring.

In the East

a star ap­pear­ing

Herald of His won­drous birth

Shed its beams of light and glo­ry

O’er the sin­ning

sor­row­ing earth;

Shed its beams of light and glo­ry

O’er the sin­ning

sor­row­ing earth.

By its clear and ra­di­ant shin­ing

Wise men from the East were led;

Where is He

the Heav’n born Rul­er?

We have seen His star

they said.

Herod’s heart was deep­ly trou­bled

But the wise men from afar

Found the lowly Beth­le­hem cra­dle

Guided by the won­drous star;

Found the low­ly Beth­le­hem cra­dle

Guided by the won­drous star.

With no shin­ing star to guide me

I can find my Sav­ior King;

He is near

and He is wait­ing

Willing gifts a child may bring.

Lord of life and King of glo­ry

Christ a lit­tle child was born;

Tell again the Christ­mas sto­ry

Bring Him gifts on Christ­mas morn;

Tell again the Christ­mas sto­ry

Bring Him gifts on Christ­mas morn.