You're listening to the last verse of an original Christmas carol.

A Child Is Born

1. A child is born in the ci-ty of Da-vid.
   Al-though he speaks not, a bless-ing he brings.
   Bring forth the trea-sures the earth has to of-fer.
   Of-fer him frank-in-cense, go-ld, and myrrh.

2. A boy is raised in the la-nd of hon-ey.
   He grows. He learns. He tea-ches. He prays.
   Pa-tient-ly grow-ing in wis-dom and spir-it, the
   Fa-ther is pleased. The Son he ob-eys.

3. A man is dead in the land of the cho-sen.
   Tried and killed for crimes we ab-hore.
   Preach-ing and teach-ing and heal-ing our child-ren.
   For this, he'll suf-fer and plague us no more.

4. The Son, he lives in the land of his Fa-ther.
   The tomb lies still emp-ty to-day.
   His wis-dom and know-ledge he left us for guid-ance.
   To God give glo-ry, the Son shows the way.

5. He gave us a promise to come claim his child-ren.
   He left us his spirit to show us the light.
   So pa-tient-ly wait-ing we watch for our Sav-iour to
   come in a cloud with all pow-er and might. Pow-er and might!