One, two, three
When the babe was born
In a manger on the hay
God saw a veil torn
He saw Good Friday
He was born to die
Gold laid before the Christ
Incense, His presence is sweet
Myrrh to signify
Victory over death's sting
He was born to die
It came in a dream
To Joseph late one night
That Herod sought the King
But could not take His life
He was born to die
He said, "You don't take my life
You won't take my life
You don't take my life
I lay it down"
We came here today
To celebrate His birth
But let us not forget
Why Jesus came to earth
He was born to die
He was born to die
He was born to
He was born to die