Words: Henry Knight
1. Come, listen to the story of Jesuís birth, of Jesuís birth;
How Christ the King of Glory, came down to earth, came down
Left Heaven all pure and holy to do Godís will, to do Godís will:
Who with the meek and lowly, is dwelling still, is dwelling still.
2. Behold! While earth is sleeping amid the snows, amid the snows;
While angels watch are keeping, there blooms a rose, there blooms a rose:
And Mary makes a bower within her breast, within her beast,
For that celestial Flower, her Saviour Blest, her Saviour Blest.
3. And ere the morn is breaking across the wold, across the wold,
The shepherds, flocks forsaking, with wonder bold, with wonder bold
Draw near in adoration their praise to pour, their praise to pour;
To offer an oblation that Babe before, that Babe before.
4. So runs the Gospel story of that sweet morn, that sweet morn,
Ere round the Roseís Glory had tarried the thorn, had tarried the thorn;
And now to Heaven transplanted its bliss to share, its bliss to share;
Our God, to us hath granted, hereafter there, hereafter there.
Sheet Music from Charles L. Hutchins
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