I heard the instrumental version of this song on Spotify tonight and it made me want to look up the chords and lyrics and play it on my guitar. I hadn't sung it in such a long time I couldn't remember the words. The tune is pretty straight forward so I got through verses 1 and 2 pretty smoothly. Then I got to verse 3, which was alright except that at the last sentence I was challenged by the stark reminder that I should "fear" this baby, because it is "for sinners" like me that he came. At the end of the verse my mind started wondering and trying to picture what "the silent Word is pleading" might have looked and sounded like.

Then verse 4... is where I lost it. I tried another 4 times but didn't quite manage to sing all three final verses properly. I do empathise now for those X-Factor or Britain's Got Talent folks who get so nervous on stage that they have to stop singing because they've started crying or something. You know the bit when we all go "Boooo! Come on!!". Well, tonight, I have learned that unless you have super powers IT IS IMPOSSIBLE to cry AND sing at the same time! I just tried. Four times. Fail.

(Psst. I just tested myself, scrolled down the page to reread the verse, just READ it , in my head, and it got me again. Wow).

This baby Jesus will grow up and be murdered. For me, for you. For peasants, for kings. The King of kings. That we may come, find love and salvation in him, make him our own and bring him praise. Alleluia! 

What child is this?

What child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
 Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

*Happy Christmas*

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