A babe was born beneath a quiet sky,
So small, so frail, in swaddling gently laid,
A son of man, yet heaven’s own reply,
In whom the ancient promises were paid.
A redeemer sent, though kings knew not his face,
He came to break the chains of sin’s dark reign,
Foretold by seers through time’s unyielding space,
A light to heal the world’s unyielding pain.
The scrolls of old had whispered of this day,
When God would dwell with mortals here below,
A child to lead the lost and show the way,
Through sacrifice, redemption’s seed to sow.
Fulfilled, the word of prophets brightly rings,
A babe, a son—our hope, our King of kings.