Would I Know My Savior

Would I know my Savior, wrapped in swaddling bands? Lying in a manger-bed, Light of heaven round his head, Would I hear the angels bend t’ward earth to sing? Would I know the Holy Child? Would I know my King? Would I know my Savior, safe in Mary’s arms? Cradled in a lullaby, Heaven’s legions watching nigh, Would I know his goodness? Would I feel his grace? Would I know the Holy Child if I beheld his face? Would I know my Savior, in a lowly stall? Where the lowing cattle feed, Where the silver starlight leads, Where the humble shepherds seek the Holy One, Would I hear the Spirit whisper, “This is God’s own Son.” I think my heart would know him, Christ, The Holy One, For I can hear the Spirit whisper, “This is God’s own Son.”