The Holy Child

No room could be rented, so they rested in a stable,
the mother of the unborn infant due to start her labour.
She shared with the cattle, the sweet hay for her bed,
and the Angels of the Lord stood guard around her head.

He came in the darkness, in a bier he was cradled,
and high above his humble crib a star was brightly glowing.
While Heaven proclaimed Him, the only son of God,
and all the Earth rejoiced in Him, the Holy Child.

Then kneeling in reverence, the sons of Adam worshipped,
and mighty Kings and humble herdsmen sang in adoration.
While all of creation in gladness joined with them,
to praise the infant born that night in Bethlehem.

All down through the ages, like thunder in the heavens,
reverberated in men's minds the story of that infant.
Lord Jesus our Saviour, in love we call His name,
In everlasting hope and faith we follow Him.