No Child So Wondrous
No child so wondrous as the child
Born on this earth for me;
Whose lowly stable etched our hope
Of perfect liberty.
No lamb so beauteous as the lamb
Which shed its blood for me;
How can a heart attain such joy
Through wordless agony?
No king more glorious than the king
Who reigns in heaven for me,
Whose subjects will be richly blessed
For all eternity.