Where The Youthful Son Of Jesse


Where the youthful son of Jesse
Touched the harp with silver strains,
While the peaceful flock he tended
Grazed upon the fertile plains-
Where he listened to the murmur
Of the brooklet, soft and low-
Came the blessed infant Savior,
Many centuries long ago.

Refrain:
Clap your hands for joy, ye people,
Clap your hands for joy, ye people,
Clap your hands, clap your hands,
Hail the rising morn;
Shout hosanna, shout hosanna,
Clap your hands for joy,
Clap your hands for joy;
Shout hosanna, shout hosanna,
Shout hosanna for a Savior born.

All the world was locked in slumber,
Calm and still the dewy night;
Every star in shining armor
Keeping watch on lofty height;
Then a sudden burst of music!
Thro’ the air it rolled along;
Multitudes of shining angels
Woke the earth with heav’nly song. [Refrain]

Thro’ the line of distant ages,
Swifter than the march of time,
Like a river sweeping onward,
Comes the mighty strain sublime;
Great Immanuel, Prince and Savior!
Pure and spotless, undefiled,
In Thy birth, O King of Glory,
God to man is reconciled. [Refrain]