Song of the Son

Sing of the gift God is giving

Sing of the gift of the Living

Sing of the son of the star and the Dawn

He lies in the hay with a cry and a yawn.

Oh my treasure

Loved beyond measure

The savior of my heart is born

The one who by grace

My sin shall replace

With His righteousness this Christmas morn.

Oh my treasure

Loved beyond measure

The savior of the world has come

The one who by grace

Shall die in my place

And will rise again when it is done

So I shall sing the song of the Son

For His song is a longing for glory He left

To come to stand for us as heaven’s good gift

For heaven itself could not contain

The song of the Son that His birth has made plain..

Oh my treasure

Loved beyond measure

The savior of my heart is born

The one who by grace

My sin shall replace

With His righteousness this Christmas morn.

Oh my treasure

Loved beyond measure

The savior of the world has come

The one who by grace

Shall die in my place

And will rise again when it is done

So I shall sing the song of the Son

Anthony Foster

December 11, 2003