Holy child of virgin birth,
born to bring salvation to this earth.
Down from heaven you did come,
so that your Father’s will is done.
Not to bring peace, but the sword,
to separate your own from the horde.
Capstone of God’s glorious plan,
to bring redemption for every man.
Lying in a manger with your star overhead,
destined to die and be raised from the dead.
To fulfill the promise you’ll be hung on a tree,
becoming a curse to set men free.