We sing the song of Christmas, our carols fill the sky, where once by Eastern sages a star was seen on high; a star to guide their journey, and we would go with them, to find within a stable the Babe of Bethlehem. We sing the song of shepherds to whom the tidings came, a child within a manger, a glory and a Name! We too may kneel before him and wonder at his birth, the Lamb of God from heaven to bear the sins of earth. We sing the song of Mary and magnify the Lord, of mothers most exalted yet in her heart a sword; inestimable blessing, unutterable loss, who bore the world's Redeemer, and stood beneath his cross. We sing with all the angels: good news is ours today! Our God is here to ransom a world so long astray. In songs through endless ages his Name shall be adored, the child who came at Christmas, a Savior, Christ the Lord!