Oh, let us Celebrate Christ, The Child,=s Joy,
Born in a Manger, meek and mild,
Wonder of Wonders, Joseph
Mary=s Babe, a Heaven-Sent Boy.
Lo, as Angelic Choirs sang, AGloria,.
Shepherds watched in Euphoria.
The Magi knelt in Adoration,
under the Star of David=s Jubilation.
Lo, the Little Lowly Drummer BoyArat-tat-tat.,
humbly played his
as all God=s Wondrous Creatures,
side-by-side, silently sat.
Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem,
how could you know you would be,
the Birth-Place of Jesus, Emmanuel,
Future Carpenter of Galilee.
Oh, Jerusalem, God=s most Holy City,
how could you ever Foresee,
Golgotha=s Holy Innocent, our Lord,
our Martyr, Nailed to the Tree.
Oh, Glorious Christ-Child,=s Love,
Babe most Highly Adored,
to Whom God
was so Deeply Out-poured.
Oh, Savior, our Life, our Light,
on this Blessed, Happy Morn,
Happy Birthday, Sweet Jesus,
our Promise of Eternity -
By: Thomas K. Hyland, Jr. 8 December 22, 1998