One still night in Bethlehem
A babe was born in cattle stall
Made flesh to drink my bitter cup
To pay the debt I owe
A tender cry shattered the dark
With tidings of a promised hope
“Behold, the King of all is born
To lead the broken home”
In love, this King entered my night
In kindness, he to sin drew near
Despite the wanderings of my heart
The Comforter hath found me here
The King in lonely garden prayed
“Lord, let this cup now pass me by.
Yet not my will but yours be done,”
The humble Savior cried
He climbed the hill to calvary
With untold mercy in his eyes
And there, to save my sinful soul
The sinless Savior died
Oh see him high and lifted up
Behold, the death of every fear
Lo, beneath his humble cross
The Comforter hath found me here
Oh how I long to be made new
As all weary creation groans
“Precious Jesus, come back soon
To bring your remnant home”
From sin and sorrow, death and fear
I deeply long to be set free
The ancient curse reigns in my bones
And tells me of my need
Come back again, oh promised seed
And quiet each accusing fear
Yet even now, my soul will sing
“The Comforter hath found me here”
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