Oh, let us Celebrate Christ, The Child,
Born in a Manger, meek and mild,
Wonder of Wonders, Josephís Joy,
Maryís Babe, a Heaven-Sent Boy.
Lo, as Angelic Choirs sang, "Gloria,"
Shepherds watched in Euphoria.
The Magi knelt in Adoration,
under the Star of Davidís Jubilation.
Lo, the Little Lowly Drummer Boy
humbly played his "rat-tat-tat",
as all Godís 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, Godís most Holy City,
how could you ever Foresee,
Golgothaís Holy Innocent, our Lord,
our Martyr, Nailed to the Tree.
Oh, Glorious Christ-Child,
Babe most Highly Adored,
to Whom Godís Love,
was so Deeply Out-poured.
Oh, Savior, our Life, our Light,
on this Blessed, Happy Morn,
Happy Birthday, Sweet Jesus,
our Promise of Eternity, Forever Re-Born.
By: Thomas K. Hyland, Jr.
© December 22, 1998