A Joy of Three
Christmas should be joyful. It should be one of the happiest seasons of the year. Perhaps that first Christmas was not only heralding joy but bringing a promise of real joy to come; that joy of which we we have now is only a shadow.
Fear not! Today's carol is not "Joy to The World" we've all heard it too many times this season.
Instead, a song that's a little less performed and far newer, but absolutely beautiful.
You may have heard of a Christian song called "In Christ Alone." written by Stuart Townend and Keith Getty. Well, this magnificent and triumphant Christmas hymn was written by the same duo.
"Joy Has Dawned" is so rich lyrically that I'm posting the lyrics below. Let me know if you've heard it and if not, what you think.
With only two days left 'till Christmas and tensions of family and comercialism ever yapping at your heels, don't forget to rejoice.
~ Christianna
Fear not! Today's carol is not "Joy to The World" we've all heard it too many times this season.
Instead, a song that's a little less performed and far newer, but absolutely beautiful.
You may have heard of a Christian song called "In Christ Alone." written by Stuart Townend and Keith Getty. Well, this magnificent and triumphant Christmas hymn was written by the same duo.
"Joy Has Dawned" is so rich lyrically that I'm posting the lyrics below. Let me know if you've heard it and if not, what you think.
Joy has dawned upon the world,
Promised from creation—
God’s salvation now unfurled,
Hope for ev’ry nation.
Not with fanfares from above,
Not with scenes of glory,
But a humble gift of love—
Jesus born of Mary.
Sounds of wonder fill the sky
With the songs of angels
As the mighty Prince of Life
Shelters in a stable.
Hands that set each star in place,
Shaped the earth in darkness,
Cling now to a mother’s breast,
Vuln’rable and helpless.
Shepherds bow before the Lamb,
Gazing at the glory;
Gifts of men from distant lands
Prophesy the story.
Gold—a King is born today,
Incense—God is with us,
Myrrh—His death will make a way,
And by His blood He’ll win us.
Son of Adam, Son of heaven,
Given as a ransom;
Reconciling God and man,
Christ, our mighty champion!
What a Savior! What a Friend!
What a glorious myst’ry!
Once a babe in Bethlehem,
Now the Lord of hist’ry.
Promised from creation—
God’s salvation now unfurled,
Hope for ev’ry nation.
Not with fanfares from above,
Not with scenes of glory,
But a humble gift of love—
Jesus born of Mary.
Sounds of wonder fill the sky
With the songs of angels
As the mighty Prince of Life
Shelters in a stable.
Hands that set each star in place,
Shaped the earth in darkness,
Cling now to a mother’s breast,
Vuln’rable and helpless.
Shepherds bow before the Lamb,
Gazing at the glory;
Gifts of men from distant lands
Prophesy the story.
Gold—a King is born today,
Incense—God is with us,
Myrrh—His death will make a way,
And by His blood He’ll win us.
Son of Adam, Son of heaven,
Given as a ransom;
Reconciling God and man,
Christ, our mighty champion!
What a Savior! What a Friend!
What a glorious myst’ry!
Once a babe in Bethlehem,
Now the Lord of hist’ry.
With only two days left 'till Christmas and tensions of family and comercialism ever yapping at your heels, don't forget to rejoice.
~ Christianna
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