He is the gift, unadorned, incomparable one;
Lying there, surrounded by love and gifts from afar,
Frankincense, myrrh and gold.
But his gift, transcends all that the world can give;
In pure love, for all of God's children who dwell on this earth,
By wise men and prophets foretold.

He is the gift, The Son of a living, Son of a loving,
Son of the Almighty God.

The gift of life, freely given by this little child;
Recognised, by the stars in the heavens, the mountains and vales,
By wise men and shepherds, in awe.
The gift of peace, given by a sweet Father in Heav'n,
Watching while, His pure Son came to earth, for the children of men,
For us, now he sleeps in the straw.

He is the gift, the Son of a living, Son of a loving,
Son of the Almighty God.

He is the gift, the Son of a living, Son of a loving,
Son of the Almighty God. He is the gift.