A Precious Boy

Joy Upon Joy A Precious Boy

Israel hopes and trusts in His word;

In promises veiled in mystery.

400 years and now Gabriel is heard

Our awaited Savior we finally see!

Mary delivers, with radiant face,

The Deliverer of our sinful race.

Our “God-With-Us”, perfect and holy

His life begins in condescension

In a bed of hay and stable lowly

While sheep and cows give their attention

Hope upon Hope and Joy upon Joy

Our Savior is born as a precious boy

Now grown, now groaning, blood in his sweat

Betrayed, condemned amidst sinners’ jeers

Hung high on a cross and paying our debt

His suffering helps to dry all our tears

Undeserved death; a man of sorrow

He opens the way for our joy tomorrow.

Death has no claim where there is no sin

Satan be damned, our Savior still lives!

Killed on the cross, He then rose again

Triumphant now, forgiveness He gives.

Rejoice and be glad this Christmas day

The Christ-child will take our sins away.