The Sunrise

Though we sit in darkness
And in death’s shadow lie,
Mercy comes from heaven,
The Sunrise from on high.

See the baby Jesus,
Who in a manger lies.
He’ll speak peace to sinners
When on the Cross He dies.

Because of tender mercy
He cannot lift a limb.
For this He left His throne and
All the seraphim.

In joy we can’t imagine
Jesus used to dwell,
But He comes from heaven
To take upon our hell.

He does not belong here;
He is far too pure,
But for wretched sinners
The Cross He will endure.

This babe dispelled the shadows
We for ourselves had made.
He conquered death forever
When down His life He laid.


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