Child of Grace

Merry Christmas! Below is a Christmas Carol I wrote two years ago and thought I would share again.

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The angels praised the Child of Grace,
From old, in wonders of glory,
Then they appeared with voices clear,
To tell shepherds their story.
For the Christ, the Lord, He has come,
He has been born in Bethlehem,
O hear! Please hear! This is the One,
This Child is the Son of God.

The shepherds praised the Child of Grace,
When they found Him in a manger,
Then they explained what they had seen,
Words, Mary’s heart would treasure.
His hands, those hands, have weighed mountains,
His voice made stars by the thousands,
O sleep, in peace, dear sleepy One,
This Child is the Son of God.

And now we praise the Child of Grace,
Who grew in strength and wisdom,
His righteousness would be His gift,
To those He came to ransom.
What Grace! This Grace! Death to taste,
On the cross where our sins were placed,
O Praise!…

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Light of Those Whose Dreary Dwelling

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Charles Wesley (1707-1788) wrote many popular hymns as well as the famous Christmas carol “Hark The Herald Angels Sing.” Below is one of his lesser known Christmas hymns published in the Hymns for the Nativity of Our Lord (1745). I think it’s mostly forgotten because it begins less than cheery, but keep reading and rejoice with God’s gift of new eyes, gospel grace, and perfect peace.

Merry Christmas!

Light of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come, and by Thy love’s revealing
Dissipate the clouds beneath:
The new heaven and earth’s Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise,
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring eyesight on our eyes.

Still we wait for Thy appearing,
Life and joy Thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted ‘heart:
Come and manifest the favour
God hath for our ransom’d race;
Come, Thou universal Saviour,
Come, and bring the gospel grace.

Save us in Thy great compassion,
O Thou mild pacific Prince,
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins;
By Thine all-restoring merit
Every burden’d soul release,
Every weary, wandering spirit
Guide into Thy perfect peace.

Crying Out

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Waiting, we’ve waited so long,
When, when will You come?
We’re crying out, crying out,
We’re waiting for You.

Angels, presents, gold and myrrh,
Born, she gives Him birth,
He’s crying out, crying out,
Savior of the World.

Prophets, and God’s promises,
John, He comes at last,
He’s crying out, crying out,
For the Holy One.

Perfect, Savior without sin,
Ours, were placed on Him,
He’s crying out, crying out,
On a cross of love.

Risen, He lives, life He gives,
Go, tell of His gift,
We’re crying out, crying out,
Until He returns.

Waiting, we’ve waited so long,
When, when will You come?
We’re crying out, crying out,
We’re waiting for You.

Child of Grace

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The angels praised the Child of Grace,
From old, in wonders of glory,
Then they appeared with voices clear,
To tell shepherds their story.
For the Christ, the Lord, He has come,
He has been born in Bethlehem,
O hear! Please hear! This is the One,
This Child is the Son of God.

The shepherds praised the Child of Grace,
When they found Him in a manger,
Then they explained what they had seen,
Words, Mary’s heart would treasure.
His hands, those hands, have weighed mountains,
His voice made stars by the thousands,
O sleep, in peace, dear sleepy One,
This Child is the Son of God.

And now we praise the Child of Grace,
Who grew in strength and wisdom,
His righteousness would be His gift,
To those He came to ransom.
What Grace! This Grace! Death to taste,
On the cross where our sins were placed,
O Praise! Praise Him! The Holy One,
This Child is the Son of God.

Behind the lines

You may sing the above to the tune of “Greensleeves” or “What Child is this?”

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