Theodora Hall, Arr. Seagull Seven
In a humble cattle shed, Lo, the Christ Child lay;
Guarded there by angle hosts clad in bright array.
Guarded there by angle hosts clad in bright array.
Soon the Child to manhood grew, walked the crowded ways,
Helping, healing while the throng glad Hosannas raised.
Hate for love was meted Him; Cross repaid His grace,
Raised above a jeering mob, Father hid Hid face.
Death and grave awaiting Him, could not hold Him there;
Risen glorified He’ll come, kingly crown to wear.
If I meet Him on that day, and His likeness bear,
And have borne my cross with Him, in His crown I’ll share.
Cherabim and Seraphim, praise in sweet accord.
As for me my song shall be, ever with the Lord.
Risen glorified He’ll come, kingly crown to wear.
If I meet Him on that day, and His likeness bear,
And have borne my cross with Him, in His crown I’ll share.
Cherabim and Seraphim, praise in sweet accord.
As for me my song shall be, ever with the Lord.