TUNE: Leominster
The starlit sky is clear,
the snow is crisp and white:
no stable can be seen, and yet
my thoughts are of that night.
That night so long ago;
that land so far away;
where one star shone so brightly then,
‘bove where the Saviour lay.
A manger crude and bare,
was where He lay His head;
no swansdown soft for Him to lay,
but fresh, sweet hay instead.
The shepherds came to praise,
and kings with gifts so rare;
then all who saw the infant Christ
gave Him full worship there.
‘Twas there amongst the beasts,
the star above shone bright,
God came to earth as tiny babe,
an infant child, that night.
There in that stable crude,
by that dim, flick’ring light,
He came to earth to save mankind;
our Saviour born that night.
© 2010 :Colin Gordon-Farleigh
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