In the hustle and bustle and throngs of men
On that long ago Christmas Day
A mother on donkey, so heavy with child
Was slowly winding her way

Oh Heaven, 'Thy Glory' was sacrificed
In human form He lay
So fragile, so tiny, so helpless, so small
Amidst the manger hay

He was sent to pay the awful price
Our sin on Him was laid
The only sacrifice that could
Our penalties have paid

And thus man sent Him to the cross
Condemned Him - "He must die!"
Not realizing His very death
Our souls would justify

He rose - a God victorious
He rose - a Ruling King
That to a sinful evil world
Salvation - Hope did bring

But man 'God's Gift' rejected
Until the present day
Thus man for every sin in life
The penalty will pay!

Unless in this world's bustle
He turns from all his sin
And by his simple faith in Christ
Forgivness, peace doth win