When the babe was born
In a manger on the hay
God saw a veil torn
He saw Good Friday
He was born to die

Gold laid before the Christ
Incense, His presence is sweet
Myrrh to signify victory over death's sting
He was born to die

It came in a dream
To Joseph late on night
That Herod sought the King
But could not take His life
He was born to die

He said, "You won't take my life
You won't take my life
You won't take my life
I lay it down"

We came here today
To celebrate His birth
Let us not forget
Why Jesus came to earth
He was born to die
He was born to die...