Unto Us a Child Is Born (Sanders)

Unto us a child is born

Unto us a son is giv’n

Child the mark of hu­man scorn;

Son—the heir of earth and Heav’n;

Son of God

a hu­man child;

God with us

His won­drous name;

Holy

harm­less

un­de­filed

Yet or­dained to death and shame.

Oh

that by a wor­thy song

We might ec­ho back the strain

Erst that greet­ed

loud and long

Bethlehem’s as­ton­ished plain!

Might the man­ger cra­dled King

With the shep­herd watch be­hold

And with star-led sag­es bring

Frankincense

and myrrh and gold!

Great Re­deem­er

Thou hast died;

Thou hast wrought the work sub­lime;

And the words have ech­oed wide

To the far­thest bounds of time—

It is fin­ished!—fin­ished long

Is Thy great re­demp­tion plan;

And we bless Thee in our song

Lord of an­gels

Son of Man!

Wonderful Thy name we call;

Counselor

to Thee we bow;

Mighty God

the Lord of all

Father ev­er­last­ing Thou

Prince of Peace—Thy stead­fast throne

Strong in judg­ment stands for aye;

Every land Thy might shall own

All Thy scep­ter shall ob­ey.