O What A Day!
Foretold in ages long since past;
By many prophets oft forecast;
God's promises the world outlast
O What A Day!
O What A Gift!
From God the Father up in Heav'n,
To sinful mortals sinful driv'n,
A Savior, Christ the Lord, was giv'n
O What A Gift!
O What A Babe!
A child asleep on Mary's knee,
Yet true incarnate God was He,
With "goings on" eternally
O What A Babe!
O What A Love!
Born purposely for men to die,
To save them, bless, and glorify,
And bear them to His home on high
O What A Love!
What Shall We Do?
E'er the glad Christmastide is gone,
Accept Him now, and love Him on,
His soulful praises e'er prolong
This Let Us Do!
~R. E. Neighbor, D. D.~
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