Tell them, thus saith the Lord God.
Words: Arthur W. French, in The Tree of Life, edited by William Perkins & Byron Condo (Boston, Massachusetts: G. D. Russell, 1878), pages 54–55, alt.
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Jesus, our Lord, in a manger was born,
Ages ago on a beautiful morn;
Wise men led on by the light of a star,
Hastened to greet Him from countries afar.
Coming to worship Him, lowly and sweet,
Bringing rich presents to lay at His feet,
Frankincense, myrrh, costly treasures of gold,
Such is the beautiful story of old.
Such is the beautiful story of old,
Story by sages and prophets foretold;
Waken, earth’s children, your happy refrain,
Singing the beautiful story again.
Growing to manhood, our Savior we find,
Preaching and healing the sick and the blind,
Feeding the multitudes, walking the sea,
Tempted by Satan, yet no sin did He;
Doing the work of His Father, our God,
Footsore and weary as onward He trod,
Laughed at, derided with words harsh and cold,
This is the beautiful story of old.
Brought before Pilate, abused and reviled,
Cruelly smitten, His raiment defiled,
Suffering sorrow, in pain and in loss,
Crownèd with thorns, and then nailed to the cross;
Shedding His blood there for you and for me,
Giving His life that mankind might be free,
Sadly and low tho’ the tale may be told,
Such is the story of Jesus, of old.