This day each year, cold hearts grow warm,
as Christmas cheer floods city streets.
A sunny day or harsh snowstorm
does not prevail o’er gifts and sweets.
And yet, lest we dare to forget,
the reason for good tidings is here.
A Saviour born, His journey set;
to die for us whom He holds so dear.
Season’s greetings through sacrifice,
He embraced sin’s shadowy wages.
And yet we go, in snow and in ice
to carol ’bout three wise old sages.
We praise thee, O King, for Thy love
that conquered death’s grip long ago.
We love not the fresh cookie dove,
but You who died to save your foe.
Merry Christmas, we say, but shall we engage
in marrying Christ as the Church?
And tell of His story, His lasting glory
for He’s worth the journey and search.
Good news do I bring, and good tidings too;
merry Christmas to all, blessings to you.
The Savior was born and loved a love true,
that we might be saved for nothing we’d do.