Behold a child is softly crying
who will save a world lost and dying,
the wooden trough where he is lain
precursor to a cross of pain.
The sorrow of God will soon be known
wholly to him when he is grown
that many might come to the throne of grace
men and women of every race,
Spirit-led and reconciled
by the daring mission of this child
now to the eye of faith resplendent
Infant, Savior, Love Transcendent.
