Jesus, Lord at Thy Birth

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, The heavens are singing a lullaby, Legions of angels are watching nigh. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, Not a cradle is found for thy bed, But a manger

of hay in its stead Where the cattle may feed Must suffice for thy need. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, The shepherds adore thee on bended knee, Wise

men shall hasten to worship thee. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, Neither silver nor gold crowns thy head, But thy Father hath crowned thee instead With his glory and light, With

his mercy and might. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, With shepherds and wise men we seek thy face And join with the angels to sing thy praise. Jesus,

Lord, at thy birth, Not the treasures of earth do we bring, But to honor thee, Savior and King. Now and ever thou art Enthroned in our hearts, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.