24 December 2009

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through;
The Cross be borne, for me, for you:
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh;
Come peasant, king, to own Him.
The King of Kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise, the song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

-What Child is This?
Verses 2 & 3

Christ is born, friends!
Merry Christmas, indeed!


Heather said...

cute picture!! Merry Christmas!

Christine said...

Merry Christmas, friends! Love you muchly!

Rachel said...

Merry Christmas to you and your beautiful little family :)