Once a King went travelling
Dressed in servant clothes,
Journeyed to a place foretold.
At His Father’s bidding,
In the hush of night;
Come the hour, came the light.
Into a world where hope was gone
Came the light,
Came the light.
Into our hearts a lantern shone,
Came the light,
Came the light.
Lowly His beginning,
On a bed of straw,
Darkness all around He saw.
But not for the righteous,
In the hush of night;
Come the hour, came the light.
Once my Lord did suffer,
So I’d suffer not,
Took our place upon the cross.
But no tomb could hold Him,
In the hush of night;
Come the hour, came the light.
Mark Niedwiedz