On the Night the King of Kings was Born

The streets were dark in Bethlehem, when the man and woman came
The hour was late, the only room they found
Was the room below where the cattle slept, all lit by torches' flame
And he laid their cloaks down on the dusty ground

And there, a baby boy was born, in a borrowed cattle stall
His mother wrapped him up and laid him there
Upon the straw in the feeding trough, He looked so very small
Whilst the world slept on uncaring, unaware

No trumpets rang in the night-time air
No happy crowds in the square
Not a sound in the empty streets, forlorn
None on earth to greet his coming
None to hear the choirs sing
On the night the King of Kings was born

And so a babe was born to the world and he drew his breathe to cry
No trumpets rang to tell of a royal birth
Just a mother's love as she held him tight as the stars shone in the sky
And silence rang all across the darkened earth

No trumpets rang in the night-time air
No happy crowds in the square
Not a sound in the empty streets, forlorn
None on earth to greet his coming
None to hear the choirs sing
On the night the King of Kings was born

Yet far across the quiet hills came the news to tell his birth
And shepherds quaking heard the angels sing
Glory be to God on high and peace upon the earth
To night in Bethlehem is born the King

The trumpets rang on the hillside there
And angels thronged in the air
Glory shone even brighter than the dawn
Angels sang to greet his coming
Can you hear the choirs sing
On the night the King of Kings was born

The trumpets rang on the hillside there
And angels thronged in the air
Glory shone even brighter than the dawn
Angels sang to greet his coming
Can you hear the choirs sing
On the night the King of Kings was born
On the night the King of Kings was born