Fred Pratt Green

"The Word is born this very night: Hail, Mary, full of grace! A hanging lantern sheds its light On Joseph's anxious face. The Word must come in human form, In God's redemptive plan. A Babe takes every heart by storm, But who will heed the Man? The Word is born this very night, And humble is the place; The world is dark, but hope is bright, And sinners look for grace. The Word has come to end the war Which Adam first began. O bless the Babe who sleeps on straw. And listen to the Man!"

- Fred Pratt Green