A Babe Is Born

A babe was born to pay the price,
The awful debt of sin;
The holy, sinless Son of God
Who died, thy soul to win.

He came to live a blameless life,
An offering pure and whole,
For only then could God accept
His payment for thy soul.

To think He made this wondrous world
Creator God Supreme
And yet, the only place for Him,
A stable, crude and mean.

There was no room in Bethlehem
To house poor ‘Mary’s Son.’
How sad they did not recognize
In Him the Promised One!

The Babe was born to die, a man
And rise A Conquering King,
To rule o’er each repentant heart
Who place their trust in Him.