The Calypso Carol by Michael Perry See him lying on a bed of straw, A draughty stable with an open door; Mary cradling the babe she bore - The Prince of glory is his name. O now carry me to Bethlehem, To see the Lord of love again; Just as poor as was the stable then, The Prince of glory when he came! Star of silver, sweep across the skies, Show where Jesus in the manger lies; Shepherds, swiftly from your stupor rise To see the Saviour of the world! O now carry me to Bethlehem, To see the Lord of love again; Just as poor as was the stable then, The Prince of glory when he came! Angels, sing again the song you sang, Sing the glory of Gods gracious plan; Sing that Bethlehems little baby can Be the Saviour of us all. O now carry me to Bethlehem, To see the Lord of love again; Just as poor as was the stable then, The Prince of glory when he came! Mine are riches, from your poverty, From your innocence eternity; Mine forgiveness by your death for me, Child of sorrow for my joy. O now carry me to Bethlehem, To see the Lord of love again; Just as poor as was the stable then, The Prince of glory when he came!
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 13:20:24 +0000
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