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Ol'
Herod was the mighty king— There
in Ju-de-a then
A wicked,
tyrant bully too— Filled
with fear and sin.
So when he
heard, he was disturbed—
Oh, who would take his place?
He asked
the scribes and elders
too— Hear what they had to say.
In
Bethlehem, O Bethlehem, that’s
what the prophets say
In
Bethlehem, O Bethlehem, not very
far away
For out of
you will come for me—
Isra’el’s Sovereign King
Ruler from
eternity— What a wondrous
thing!
O
Bethlehem, quaint Bethlehem— Oh,
what destiny!
Bethlehem,
sweet Bethlehem— It has
been decreed
For out of
you will come for me—
Israel’s Sovereign King
The Lord of
lords and King of kings,
What a wondrous thing!
O
Bethlehem, poor Bethlehem— Herod’s
hate will come
The
potentate who rules with hate—
What’s this deed you’ve done?
O
Bethlehem, poor Bethlehem— Bless
your little ones
O
Bethlehem, poor Bethlehem— Weeping
for your sons
Ol’
Herod was a mighty king— but
had a fatal flaw
He had no
one that he would trust—
for he feared one and all
He killed
his wife and killed his
sons— He feared an evil plot
But soon he
learned it wasn’t true—
He killed them all for nought
This
helps us understand this man—
the paranoia kid
Why he
would fear the magis’ words—
his reign was on a skid
So he would
plot and he would scheme—To
end this newborn’s life
Manipulation
at its worst— His plan
would be denied
He
called the Magi secretly—To send
them on their search
But they
would see feigned piety—
At its very worst
"Please
find this child so meek
and mild— That I might worship too."
Ol' Herod
was a sinful man— We all
know it is true.
So
on their way they left that day—
and followed yonder star
To
Bethlehem were Christ was born—Their
journey from afar
The Child
with His mother sweet—
The Magi bowing low
They
worshiped Him and gave their
gifts— Myrrh, frankenscence and gold.
Then
in the night they had a dream—
A holy angel came
And warned
them of the coming wrath—
Ol’ Herod was insane!
Get up and
take this holy Child—
Down to Egypt’s land
For Herod
comes to kill this Babe—
Born in Bethlehem.
O
Bethlehem, blest Bethlehem— Where
Christ the Lord was born
Bethlehem,
O Bethlehem— O hear your
mothers mourn
O
Bethlehem, poor Bethlehem— Bless
your little ones
O
Bethlehem, poor Bethlehem— Weeping
for your sons.
Words by
Larry A. Hamblen; Music by
Jerry D. Hamblen
Copyright © 2008
Hamblen &
Hamblen Music.
All Rights
Reserved. CCLI #:
5402791.