By:
Edited by Heyman Wreford
There’s a song in the air —
There’s a star in the sky —
There’s a mother’s deep prayer,
And a Baby’s low cry.
And the star rains its fire while the Beautiful sing.
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King.
There’s a tumult of joy
O’er the wonderful birth,
For the Virgin’s sweet Boy
Is the Lord of the earth.
Ay — the star rains its fire, and the Beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King.
In the light of that star
Lie the ages impearled;
And that song from afar
Has swept over the world.
Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing
In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.
We rejoice in the light,
And we echo the song
That comes down through the night
From the heavenly throng.
Ay — we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
And we greet in His cradle our Saviour, the King!
J. G. H.