An updated arrangement and recording of song I wrote last year! I like how it sounds a good deal.
And on the night before this blessed morn
A troop of Angels unto Shepherds told,
Where in a stable he was poorly born,
Whom nor the earth nor heaven of heavens can hold,
Through Bethlehem rung.
This news at their return ;
Yea, Angels sung,
That God with us was born
And they made mirth, because we should not mourn.This favour Christ has given for our sake :
words (adapted slightly) George Wither
To buy us thrones he in a manger lay ;
Our weakness he took, that we his strength might take,
And was disrob’d, that he might us array :
Our flesh he wore,
Our sin to wear away :
Our curse he bore,
That we escape it may ;
And wept for us, that we might sing for aye
