A Child is Born

A king is born,
A saviour strong,
To free the world
From suffering long.

They went to see
This mighty Lord,
With glorious throne,
And lethal sword.

Yet they found not,
A ruler great,
But saw instead,
A stable gate.

A stench-filled room,
A manger slight,
A newborn child,
That silent night.

No sword he bore,
No crown of gold,
A baby small,
Against the cold.

A servant’s heart,
The Prince of Peace,
A newborn Lamb
With spotless fleece.

For unto us
A child is born,
A helpless babe,
From heaven torn.