Child of the stable’s secret birth

Child of the stable’s secret birth

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1 Child of the stable’s secret birth,
The Lord by right of the lords of earth.
Let angels sing of a King new-born--
The world is weaving a crown of thorn:
A crown of thorn for that infant head
Cradled soft in a manger bed.

2 Eyes that shine in the lantern's ray;
A face so small in its nest of hay.
Face of a child who is born to scan
The world of men through the eyes of man:
And from that face in the final day
Earth and heaven shall flee away.

3 Voice that rang through the courts on high
Contracted now to a wordless cry,
A voice to master the wind and wave,
The human heart and the hungry grave:
The voice of God through the cedar trees
Rolling forth as the sound of seas.

4 Infant hands in a mother's hand.
For none but Mary may understand
Whose are the hands and the fingers curled
But his who fashioned and made our world;
And through these hands in the hour of death
Nails shall strike to the wood beneath.

5 Child of the stable's secret birth,
The Father's gift to a wayward earth,
To drain the cup in a few short years
Of all our sorrows, our sins and tears--
Ours the prize for the road he trod:
Risen with Christ; at peace with God.

Source: The New English Hymnal #43



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