A Child is Born in Bethlehem
A Child is born in Bethlehem,
And gladness fills Jerusalem,
A lowly manger shelters Him,
This Holy Boy.
God's angels sing above with joy,
We now give thanks eternally,
to God, the Holy Trinity,
The work which His goodness began,
The arm of His strength will complete;
His promise is Yea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet.
Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below or above,
Can make Him His purpose forego,
Or sever my soul from His love.
My name from the palms of His hands
Eternity will not erase;
Imprest on His heart, it remains
In marks of indelible grace.
Yes! I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is giv'n;
More happy, but not more secure,
When all earthly ties have been riv'n.