(speaking)
Then in the warmth of the stable
Where the Christ Child lay
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
In a manger of hay
Into the face of God’s Son
Mary and Joseph peacefully gazed.
Hand in hand and in awe
Softly, to Him, they sang.

(singing)
“Joseph look, Look at our sweet son--He’s heaven’s gift!
See His eyes and His countenance so innocent!
Born in this world, a world so corrupt
What will they do to Him when he grows up?”

Then Joseph said, with confidence,
“Mary, God knows all of this.
And I am convinced
That no matter what, Jesus exists
As the answer for us.

And my baby boy
Will be such a great King
That no evil plots against Him
Will ever succeed

“Joseph look, Look at our sweet son--He’s heaven’s gift!
See His eyes and His countenance so innocent!
Born in this world, a world so corrupt
What will they do to Him when he grows up?”

Then Joseph said, with confidence,
“Mary, God knows all of this.
And I am convinced
That no matter what, Jesus exists
As the answer for us.

And my baby boy
Will be such a great King
That no evil plots against Him
Will ever succeed

Oh Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Come all ye citizens of heaven above
Come and behold Him
Born the King of angels
Oh come let us adore Him
Oh come let us adore Him
Oh come let us adore Him
Christ the Lord.

(speaking, Luke 2:8-14)
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field,
keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them,
and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them:
Fear not for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you:
Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel
a multitude of the heavenly host praising God,
and saying, Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace,
good will to men on whom His favor rests.

(singing)
And my baby boy
Will be such a great king
That no evil plots against him
Will ever succeed