Song of the Son
Sing of the gift God is giving
Sing of the gift of the Living
Sing of the son of the star and the Dawn
He lies in the hay with a cry and a yawn.
Oh my treasure
Loved beyond measure
The savior of my heart is born
The one who by grace
My sin shall replace
With His righteousness this Christmas morn.
Oh my treasure
Loved beyond measure
The savior of the world has come
The one who by grace
Shall die in my place
And will rise again when it is done
So I shall sing the song of the Son
For His song is a longing for glory He left
To come to stand for us as heaven’s good gift
For heaven itself could not contain
The song of the Son that His birth has made plain..
Oh my treasure
Loved beyond measure
The savior of my heart is born
The one who by grace
My sin shall replace
With His righteousness this Christmas morn.
Oh my treasure
Loved beyond measure
The savior of the world has come
The one who by grace
Shall die in my place
And will rise again when it is done
So I shall sing the song of the Son
Anthony Foster
December 11, 2003
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