Wrapped in the shadow of death and sin, the world lay that night
But look! the darkness parts, and look! there shines a light,
A star, shining in the night, to sweep away the shadow’s time.
Where does it shine? A royal chamber? Nay, amidst a stable’s kine
In a manger, amid the straw, where ox and donkey lay and feed, King of kings, Lord of lords,
Neither courtier nor attendant stand about, there are no royal announcements or words.
None but father and mother, shepherds and sheep, and three men from a strange land
What kind of king is this? ask you; not a king to rule with a bedecked hand.
Nay, a humble King, in peasant’s garb, who will never sit in a lordly hall.
A King who rules no land, a King who lays down His life for all, Whose words shake the world
Wrapped in the shadow of death and sin, the world lay that night.
But look! the darkness parts, and look! there shines a light.