by Stephen M. Golden
Copyright
© 20 December 1977
Oh, Bethlehem Ephritah
though you are little among Judah,
Oh, Bethlehem Ephritah
From you shall come the Savior,
Which is Christ the
Lord.
There was no place for Him to stay
on the night of His birth.
Foxes have holes, the birds have nests,
but the Son of Man has not a place to lay His
head.
No place for Christ
the Lord.
Oh Israel, Jerusalem,
Did you not recognize the Savior?
Oh Israel, Jerusalem,
What made you nail Him to a cross?
Our Christ, the Lord.
Bridge:
My brothers, my sisters,
Don’t turn away His call today.
He’s waiting, He’s waiting so patiently for
you.
Oh weary one, oh
traveler,
is there a place in your heart?
Oh troubled one,
oh wonderer,
let Him in and you’ll find rest and peace.
He is Christ the
Lord.