The Stranger

’Tis the mes­sage of Christ­mas

We sing to you glad­ly

A mes­sage of love

From Heav­en ab­ove;

Unto man­kind this day

In the ci­ty of Da­vid

A Sav­ior is born!

All hail the hap­py

hap­py morn!

No room was pre­pared

To re­ceive Him

the King!

But a rude and low­ly man­ger

Could be found for the Strang­er

Who left His bright throne

Our sal­va­tion to bring;

With the glo­ry of the sto­ry

Let the whole earth now ring.

Lowly shep­herds were first to

Be told of His ad­vent!

They heard the glad song

And saw the bright throng

Of im­mor­tals that came

With the first Christ­mas mes­sage—

A Sav­ior is born!

All hail the hap­py

hap­py morn!

Then out of the east

Came the Ma­gi of old!

And they found Him in a man­ger

Found the heav­en­ly Strang­er

And laid at His feet

Honor

rich­es

and gold!

Of His glo­ry

of the sto­ry

Let the whole earth be told.