Sunday, December 25, 2011

Be Merry. Be Bright.



Gather 'round, ye children, come
Listen to the old, old story
Of the pow'r of death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man
Gather 'round, remember now
How creation held its breath
How it let out a sigh
And it filled up the sky with the angels
Son of God, Son of Man


So sing out with joy for the brave little boy
Who was God, but he made himself nothing
Well he gave up his pride and he came here to die
Like a man
Therefore God exalted him
To the place of highest praises
And he gave him a name above every name
That at the very name of Jesus, Son of God


We would sing out with joy for the brave little boy
Who was God, but he made himself nothing
Well he gave up his pride and he came here to die
Like a man
So in heav'n and earth and below
Every knee would bow and worship
And ev'ry tongue would proclaim
That Jesus, He reigns with the angels


So sing out with joy for the brave little boy
Who was God but he made himself nothing
Well he gave up his pride and he came here to die
Like a man
So gather 'round, ye children come
Listen to the old, old story
Of the power of death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man


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