Holy Child, who chose the hearts of men
To be His favoured home,
Leaving heaven’s gates for Bethlehem,
God came to call His own.
Now to us the highest King is born;
Behold the royal Son.
Glory kneels to bind up all that’s torn:
The promised One has come.
Joy and pain as man He knew on earth,
No place to lay His head.
As a servant He embraced this world
And on a cross He bled.
Having borne the deepest grief of man
He rose to heaven’s throne;
Now I’m sheltered in the Father’s hand
Until He calls me home.
May the gift of God amaze us still,
The triumph of all time.
As His child I kneel to heaven’s will
To make His purpose mine.
Though this road be scarred with trial and pain
It’s paved with lavish grace.
Knowing Him will be my greatest gain,
His throne my resting place.