And the hosannas rang out high

In a town not known to all
Lay a baby in a stall
Though He wasn't big or strong
He was adored by the angel throng

And the hosannas rang out high
In the Heavens and through the sky
Born for us: this Infant King
Would be for us: our Everything

Though His dwelling was so poor
And there wasn't a roof or a door
This Immortal warmed us all
By His presence in a stall

And the hosannas rang out high
In the Heavens and through the sky
Born for us: this Infant King
Would be for us: our Everything

Nothing great in Him was seen
Though His Mother kept things clean
Humble creatures warmed His feet
And simple shepards were first to greet

And the hosannas rang out high
In the Heavens and through the sky
Born for us: this Infant King
Would be for us: our Everything

A royal group from way out far
Sought out this Babe, with His own star
Exquisite gifts they all did bring
Offerings fitting for an Immortal King

And the hosannas rang out High
In the Heavens and through the sky 
Born for us: this infant King
Would be for us: our Everything

We are all invited to be
A precious part of this Mystery
Carrying on in our own way
The humble message of Christmas Day

And the hosannas ring out High
In the Heavens and through the sky 
Born for us: this infant King
Would be for us: our Everything