So many years ago, a Child was born

But He wasn't like any child ever known

He lay in a manger, not a crib made of gold

And the royal nursery was a stable of old

Though He didn't have to be poor

A King such as He could afford so much more

And have all the wealth, and rule all the earth

He was instead born a carpenter's son



And while He lay there, some shepherds arrived

And in their simple hearts they knew that He had arrived

Though there were no trumpets, no fanfare to announce

The glorious star told them what it was about

Then suddenly there came a light

The angels came over to pay Him His rights

They knew He was King, they knew He had might

He was the one they called the Christ



And so the Scriptures wrote of the Christ Child

Whose birth enfleshed the promise of eternal life

In Israel's Bethlehem a history unfolds



So many years ago, a Child was born

He was the universal King whom everyone scorned

But thousands of years after that

They learned to adore the most eminent fact

That He was with us, that He lived for us

He was the one they called the Christ



But thousands of years after that

They learned to adore the most eminent fact

That He was with us, that He lived for us



He is the Christ, there is no doubt