Isaías 9

A child is born
As a son was given to us
He is God himself
And lives in me
Under his wings
I hid
And his name is wonderful
Glory to the prince of peace

The sky begins to open
All the earth bowed to you
Christ, king of kings
Came to seek us
Take us in your hands
Through the gates of the city
In the new Jerusalem
Your bride will enter

Singing Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord
No one touches me like the Lord
No one sees me like the Lord sees me
Shine your face upon me