The Birth of Jesus.
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a
decree that a census should be taken of
the entire Roman world. (This was the first
census that took place while Quirinius was
governor of Syria.) And everyone went to his
own town to register.
So Joseph also went up from the town of
Nazareth in galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem
the town of David, because he belonged to the
house and line of David. He went there to
register with Mary, who was pledged to be
married to him and was expecting a child.
While they were there, the time came for the
baby to be born, and she gave birth to her
firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths
and placed him in a manger, because there
was no room for them at the inn.
The Shepherds and the Angels.
And there were shepherds living out in the
fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks
at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to
them, and the glory of the Lord shone around
them, and they were terrified. But the angel
said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you
good news of great joy that will be for all the
people. Today in the town of David a Savior
has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.
This will be a sign to you: You will find a
baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly
host appeared with the angel, praising God
and saying,
"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his
favor rests."
What Child is This?
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,,br>
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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