Unto Us

’Tis a sto­ry told of the long ago

A tale of the days that used to be

Of shep­herds watch­ing their flocks by night

Of an an­gel song and a vi­sion bright

And a sleep­ing babe in a man­ger low;

But what does it mean to you and me?

What does it mean to you and me?

What does it mean to you and me?

A sleep­ing babe in a man­ger low—

But what does it mean to you and me?

It tells of the light of a won­drous star

This tale of the days that used to be;

And wise men guid­ed ov­er des­erts wild

Who came to wor­ship a roy­al child

And gave Him gifts which they brought from far;

But what does it mean for you and me?

It tells of peace in our toil and strife

This tale of the days that used to be

Of crys­tal streams for the thirs­ty soul

Of bread for the hun­gry

the sick made whole

Instead of death

ev­er­last­ing life;

Does it still mean this for you and me?

Ah! yes! for how­ev­er we doubt and sin

Christ still is the same that He used to be:

If we heed not the cross and the One who died

Our souls can nev­er be sa­tis­fied;

If we op­en our hearts to take Him in

It will just mean Heav­en for you and me.