BOTH ARE EMPTY

Behold, both are empty,
Both the manger and the tomb,
Because that’s true there is no danger
Except to those who say, “No room!”

No room for Jesus, Saviour,
Wonderful, Counsellor, Prince of Peace,
The Mighty God, Emmanuel,
Whose wonders never cease.

From His home on high
To that manger, long ago,
Came the One who made the earth,
Who spoke, and it was so.

Angels to the shepherds sang,
On that evening long ago,
“In a manger you will find Him.
You are the first to know.”

But now the manger’s empty,
The child grew up, waxed strong.
On a cruel cross He died for me
Though He had done no wrong.

Buried three days inside the rock,
Death was forced to flee that room.
Angels rolled the stone away -
BEHOLD THE EMPTY TOMB!

Mohammed, Buddha, Confucius -
Their bones in tombs remain,
But JESUS’ TOMB IS EMPTY!
With joy I shall proclaim

Praise God! Both are empty,
Both the manger and the tomb.
Jesus lives with God on high
And prepares for me a home.

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