There is no moon to light our way through the land of our fathers. There’s no shepherd for sheep that stray over the hillside. But for our lantern’s swinging ray all would be darkness, Bethlehem The distant stars are frozen still, and the cold mist, it lingers while darkness hides each rock and rill, as we are traveling. The city’s lights break o’er the hill-- it’s nearly midnight. Bethlehem I let out a sigh of relief journey at end, now we are here. Deep silence; locked doorways that keep us out in the night air… Now, in a damp manger we sleep until the day break. Bethlehem Treading small lanes that bend and wind, we pass some white terraced houses and small inns, where travelers dine ‘til late in the evening-- What kind of men are led here to find my baby tonight? Bethlehem I hear that soft voice in the night-- that of an angel from Heaven, she speaks of shepherds, and a light that moves ever closer. And God’s choir sings in delight over Judea. Bethlehem Is it true, my baby, so small, is this lost world’s redeemer? Wise men will come, worship, and fall prostrate before Him, but commissioned am I, by all heaven, to hold him. Bethlehem There is no moon to light our way through the land of our fathers; there’s no shepherd for sheep that stray over the hillside. But for my tiny baby’s ray, all would be darkness. Bethlehem |
