Mournerís Joy

Come see the newborn King

Come bring an offering

Though you have nothing

Nothing you can bring

With our empty hands

Pure praises we can sing.

Come seek the blessed child

Here in a place defiled

Come and be reconciled

To this baby born to us will be our King.

He is the Mighty God, the Prince of Peace.

The mournerís joy, the prisonerís release.

Oh come and see his kingdom come

For it shall never cease!

It will grow until it fills the earth with its increase!

Come see the newborn King

Come bring an offering

Though you have nothing

Nothing you can bring

With our empty hands

Pure praises we can sing.

Come seek the blessed child

Here in a place defiled

Come and be reconciled

To this baby born to us will be our King.

Anthony Foster

November 29, 2005