Child of Glory

Praise thunder pour, mystery profound. Blessings beat stronger, glory sound. In a little

town, a manger light, born was the king on a holy night.

Angels sing and the shepherds hear. Messiah come, salvation near. Herod calling,

"Come back to me." The spirit whispers, "Take another way, be free."

The child was laid where the cattle feed. The son of God,

our hope indeed. Glory to the father, glory to the son,

spirit everlasting, three in one. Child of glory, child divine .

Light of heaven, yours is mine . From the cradle to the throne