A King is Born

The countryside lay white and still
In slumber sweet reposing
The crudest peasant,richest kings,
Knew not their era was closing.
For far away, o're Judean hills,
In a quiet little town,
A babe is born to be a King,
So throw your scepters down!

Take up the strain that wings it's way,
O're every hill and dell,
A Babe is born to bring us peace,
His kingdom shall prevail.
Hark, how the angels sing tonight,
Of Jesus Prince of Peace,
Of His reign there'll be no end
His kingdom will increase!