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“Joy has dawned upon the world, Once a babe in Bethlehem, Reconciling God and man,

Promised from creation— Now the Lord of hist’ry.” Christ, our mighty champion!
God’s salvation now unfurled, What a Savior! What a Friend!
Hope for ev’ry nation. What a glorious myst’ry!
Not with fanfares from above, “Joy has dawned upon the world, Once a babe in Bethlehem,
Not with scenes of glory, Promised from creation— Now the Lord of hist’ry.”
But a humble gift of love— God’s salvation now unfurled,
Jesus born of Mary. Hope for ev’ry nation.
Not with fanfares from above, “Joy has dawned upon the world,
Sounds of wonder fill the sky Not with scenes of glory, Promised from creation—
With the songs of angels But a humble gift of love— God’s salvation now unfurled,
As the mighty Prince of Life Jesus born of Mary. Hope for ev’ry nation.
Shelters in a stable. Not with fanfares from above,
Hands that set each star in place, Sounds of wonder fill the sky Not with scenes of glory,
Shaped the earth in darkness, With the songs of angels But a humble gift of love—
Cling now to a mother’s breast, As the mighty Prince of Life Jesus born of Mary.
Vuln’rable and helpless. Shelters in a stable.
Hands that set each star in place, Sounds of wonder fill the sky
Shepherds bow before the Lamb, Shaped the earth in darkness, With the songs of angels
Gazing at the glory; Cling now to a mother’s breast, As the mighty Prince of Life
Gifts of men from distant lands Vuln’rable and helpless. Shelters in a stable.
Prophesy the story. Hands that set each star in place,
Gold—a King is born today, Shepherds bow before the Lamb, Shaped the earth in darkness,
Incense—God is with us, Gazing at the glory; Cling now to a mother’s breast,
Myrrh—His death will make a way, Gifts of men from distant lands Vuln’rable and helpless.
And by His blood He’ll win us. Prophesy the story.
Gold—a King is born today, Shepherds bow before the Lamb,
Son of Adam, Son of heaven, Incense—God is with us, Gazing at the glory;
Given as a ransom; Myrrh—His death will make a way, Gifts of men from distant lands
Reconciling God and man, And by His blood He’ll win us. Prophesy the story.
Christ, our mighty champion! Gold—a King is born today,
What a Savior! What a Friend! Son of Adam, Son of heaven, Incense—God is with us,
What a glorious myst’ry! Given as a ransom; Myrrh—His death will make a way,
And by His blood He’ll win us.

Son of Adam, Son of heaven,


Given as a ransom;
Reconciling God and man,
Christ, our mighty champion!
What a Savior! What a Friend!
What a glorious myst’ry!
Once a babe in Bethlehem,
Now the Lord of hist’ry.”

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