APPROACHING THE MANGER

Angel wings like bells a-ringing
pale wings dipped in silver light
shepherds wondering at their movement
as they lay down for the night

Weary from their desert crossing
come three wise-men from afar
bearing gifts of worth most precious
led by light from yonder star

There’s no room at any Inn
and a cold wind is in the air
but in the distance is a manger
there’s a small communion there

Softly now as we draw closer
lest you wake the infant here
in blue and white his mother holds him
she will guard him, have no fear

Silently these people watch him
they don’t cheer and they don’t sing
See how gently Mary holds him
tending to her new-born King
praising her new-born King

“welcome to the world, our Saviour!
Holy is the hour tonight!
Sing you People! Sing your praises
to this babe who burns so bright!

“Sing all ye to our Lord Jesus!
Let us hear your cries of joy!
Peace on earth and bless all people!
Bless this heavenly boy!