文本歌词

Child of the Stables Secret Birth - RSVP Voices David Hill
Child of the stable's secret birth
The Lord by right of the lords of earth
Let angels sing of a King newborn
The world is weaving a crown of thorn
A crown of thorn for that infant head
Cradled soft in the manger bed
Eyes that shine in the lantern's ray
A face so small in it's nest of hay
Face of a child who is born to scan
The world he made through the eyes of man
And from that face in the final day
Earth and heaven shall flee away
Voice that rang through the courts on high
Contracted now to a wordless cry
A voice to master the wind and wave
The human heart and the hungry grave
The voice of God through the cedar trees
Rolling forth as the sound of seas
Infant hands in a mother's hand
For none but Mary may understand
Whose are the hands and the fingers curled
But his who fashioned and made the world
And through these hands in the hour of death
Nails shall strike to the wood beneath
Child of the stable's secret birth
The Father's gift to a wayward earth
To drain the cup in a few short years
Of all our sorrows our sins and tears
Ours the prize for the road he trod
Risen with Christ at peace with God