(Harold Reid)

Jesus came, there he lay in a manger of hay
The angels sang, the shepherds came
They knew not what the future held
They only knew they were compelled
From up above a baby born the king of love.

He was a child, he was the son
He was a man among men
He was a prince, he was a saint
He was the king of love.

Jesus grew, he was a child
He traveled far in distant lands
His earthly parents by the hand
They missed him now he did not hide
He told them I must confide
I was at my father's side.

He was a child, he was the son
He was a man among men
He was a prince, he was a saint
He was the king of love.

Jesus died the world was dark
not a sound was there to hark
The breath was gone he hung his head
But wait let us rejoice for he has risen from the dead.

He was a child, he was the son
He was a man among men
He was a prince, he was a saint
He was the king of love...