Again our hearts are filled with joy

As, in a special way

We celebrate our Saviour’s birth,

Well known as “Christmas Day”.

 

Our thoughts are drawn to Bethlehem

The place of Jesus birth.

The Son of God, incarnate

To dwell upon the earth.

 

He left His home in glory

In flesh here to abide.

Obedient to His Father

God’s will He satisfied.

 

For man had deeply fallen

From his perfection state.

No longer was he free from sin

As him God did create.

 

For God is just and holy

He’s righteous, He is light.

He can have no communion

With sin that’s dark as night.

 

Sin cannot go unpunished

For God is truly just.

He’s righteous and He’s holy

So to punish sin He must.

 

But, God had a chosen people

Elect ’ere time began,

From eternity He loved them

So, salvation was His plan.

 

He promised our first parents

That from their seed would rise

A Saviour, a Redeemer,

Who truly justifies.

 

The prophets too foretold it

That Christ would come someday.

That He must suffer much, and die

To take our sins away.

 

Expectant parents used to hope

Their babe would be a boy.

For he might be the promised Christ,

The thought filled them with joy!

 

And then, four hundred years went by

Without a single word.

It looked like David’s line ran dead.

It seemed nothing was heard.

 

But, God is always faithful;

His covenant shall endure.

He never fails His loved ones.

His promises are sure.

 

For an angel came to Mary

And told her of God’s plan.

She asked, “How shall this be

For I know not a man?”

 

Conception by the Holy Ghost,

A miracle takes place!

Then, virgin birth, God’s Son in flesh.

A wonder of God’s grace!

 

The shepherds heard about it

As they watched their flocks that night,

From an angel, then a chorus.

Oh what a wondrous sight!

 

It seemed the heavens opened

As their song rang through the air,

“Glory to God in the highest”,

It echoed everywhere!

 

They hastened to the manger

Where baby Jesus lay.

It was there the shepherds saw him

Upon a bed of hay.

 

In swaddling clothes they found Him

It was such a lowly birth!

Humility surrounds Him.

God’s own dear Son on earth.

 

There was the virgin Mary

Who was so richly blessed

To be the Christ child’s mother.

And this she too confessed.

 

It seemed there was none other

In David’s royal line

To be the mother of our Lord,

Our Saviour so divine.

 

Oh the depth of love and mercy!

Grace, redemption so complete.

How we marvel in amazement

And fall prostrate at His feet!

 

We can never understand it

We shall never cease to tell

The wonder of “The Incarnation’’

God with us, Immanuel.