The Light of God's Grace
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In Bethlehem, a starry night,
A wondrous glow, a shining light,
A child is born, a gift divine,
A Saviour sent for all mankind.
In manger low, on bed of hay,
The infant Jesus lay that day.
Mary’s gaze, so tender, mild,
Cradled heaven’s holy child.
Angels’ voices fill the air,
With songs of joy, beyond compare.
“Glory to the newborn King,”
Peace on earth, goodwill they sing.
Shepherds in the fields so near,
Heard the news with hearts sincere.
Leaving flocks, they sought the way,
To the place where Jesus lay.
Wise men journeyed from afar,
Guided by the brilliant star.
Bearing gifts of myrrh and gold,
Precious treasures to behold.
In that humble, sacred place,
Shone the light of God’s own grace.
Love incarnate, pure and bright,
Born to lead us from the night.
Jesus, Saviour, Prince of Peace,
From sin’s bondage, grant release.
With His birth, the world’s delight,
Hope eternal, shining bright.
