.O behold upon the infant brow,
The King of Kings, so humble now.
No golden crown, no palace grand
Just lowly straw in a manger stand.
Yet in this child all glory dwells
Our hope for all, Emanuel!
The face of God in human frame
His many gifts for our shame
He stoops to meet our broken hearts
And from this cradle grace imparts.
O holy child, we lift our praise
Your light will shine through all our days!
So as I ponder manger's glow
The wonder deep, the truth we know.
God's love came down, no price too steep
A Gift of life, so pure, so sweet.
Forever blessed on whom we gaze
Emmanuel, we stand amazed!
(c) Don Stott Eliab.com - Christmas Eve 2024
The King of Kings, so humble now.
No golden crown, no palace grand
Just lowly straw in a manger stand.
Yet in this child all glory dwells
Our hope for all, Emanuel!
The face of God in human frame
His many gifts for our shame
He stoops to meet our broken hearts
And from this cradle grace imparts.
O holy child, we lift our praise
Your light will shine through all our days!
So as I ponder manger's glow
The wonder deep, the truth we know.
God's love came down, no price too steep
A Gift of life, so pure, so sweet.
Forever blessed on whom we gaze
Emmanuel, we stand amazed!
(c) Don Stott Eliab.com - Christmas Eve 2024
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