Grace Carol

by Philip Graham Ryken

Joseph, see the Holy Child
Born to Mary, mother mild;
Call Him Jesus, Adam’s Son—
Now in Christ our God has come;
Call Him brother, close of kin—
Human nature, without sin.
Born to us, a fallen race,
God Incarnate, gift of grace.

Shepherds, run to Bethlehem,
Seek the babe outside the inn;
Shepherd in the manger lies,
Born to comfort all your sighs;
Unto you the Savior lives,
For the sheep His life He gives.
Born to save our wandering race,
Jesus leads us by His grace.

Eastern kings, your glory bring,
Royal treasure for the King;
King of all, the Son is given,
Destined for the throne of heaven;
Raised on high, the Christ will reign,
Conquer sin and death and pain.
Born to govern Adam’s race,
Jesus rules, the King of grace!

Jesus, Brother, Shepherd, King—
Christians, let your voices ring!
God made flesh, the Living Word,
King of Kings and Mighty Lord,
Faithful Shepherd, David’s Son,
Christ, Messiah, Holy One.
Born to save His chosen race,
Jesus gives us grace on grace.