O Bethlehem, of olden days,
where temple lambs were born and raised;
could these unblemished sheep have grazed
in fields where David played?
Where shepherds, with their pastured flocks,
try keeping them from jutting rocks;
protecting them from wolf and fox --
or bear like David slayed.
Once born, selected from the rest --
whose coats and features were the best;
the lambs were swaddled tightly, lest
an injury caused scars.
These year-old lambs from Bethlehem
on altars in Jerusalem;
the blood of every one of them
was spilled instead of ours.
Behold, God's plan was unconcealed
to awe-struck shepherds in the field:
the promised Lamb of God revealed
and in the manger lay.
This swaddled babe was born divine --
for he'd change water into wine;
he'd raise the dead and heal the blind,
and save the world one day.
Those sacrificial laws are done!
The final sacrifice has come;
the Lamb of God -- his only son
was born for you and I.
From Nazareth to Galilee,
from manger to Gethsemane,
from Bethlehem to Calvary --
this Lamb was born to die.
The next day John saw Jesus coming towards him and said,
Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!