For the Sake of Our Brother
In a stable, in a manger
In the cold winters air
In the arms of his mother
A child's lying there
In a city, in a village
Though the years have gone by
The child still remains
With the dream still close by
And each year on this night that child reawakens
And each year on this night that hope re begins
That the dream he has offered might one day be taken
For the sake of our brother
For the child whos forgotten
For the dream that is still lying there
Oh, come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Oh, come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold him
Born the king of angels
Oh, come let us adore him
Oh, come let us adore him
Oh, come let us adore him
Christ the Lord
In a stable, in a manger
In the cold winters air
In the arms of his mother
A child's lying there
Autor(es): Frederick Oakeley
