Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh,
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshipping God on high.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise;
King and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Sounds through the earth and skies.
Those are the 2nd thru 5th verses of We Three Kings. Until we sang “the rest of the song” a few weeks ago during church, I would have never said that Christmas carols were praise music. But this one is! What a wonderful reminder of Who we celebrate, Why we celebrate, and How we should celebrate this Christmas.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, too!