Who will lift the shroud of night
heaven’s light fresh to reveal
overcome death’s with’ring blight
deign our wounded hearts to heal?

a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
Who will lift the shroud of night
heaven’s light fresh to reveal
overcome death’s with’ring blight
deign our wounded hearts to heal?
tell us, bethlehem
how the King will come —
enfleshed in the frame of a
child obscure?
the Healer comes
on wings of dawn
your woeful wounds
on Him He takes
o Love gentle, patient, kind
make us once more wholly Thine
look, light has broken
on the darkened world
vanished is the lonely night —
eternity dawns
Jehovah, how can
One so great become so small?
Yahweh, a baby?
poor, his bed is not
even his to claim
at least in human reck’ning
could this be the one
ev’ry soul longs for?
here on a hay bed
open eyes shine black
peering from a tiny face
even still womb-wet