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