1. David’s town bedded down,
and the night was so cold;
Song was stilled, hearts were chilled,
and the world was grown old;
Then was born Christ the Morn,
Shepherd of the one fold:
David’s town bore the crown,
as the prophets foretold.

2. Adam’s race, shorn of grace,
begs of Mary reprieve:
“Be we blessed through your Yes
that we too may believe,
By what’s heard God’s own Word
in our hearts to conceive.
Guiding star fore the dawn,
be our true Christmas Eve.”

3. Mary’s boy, be my joy
when the martyrs shall sing,
When the Judge shall appear
and the trumpet shall ring.
In the day of dismay
to the Infant I cling:
Who the Baby has borne
need not fly from the King.

(Jeremy Holmes)