English poem
Iv
A little child the Lord became,-- Come, gaily sound His praises high, To bear our guilt, and share our shame, While angels praise Him in the sky. Refrain.
Versos English John Brownlie Iv
Versos English John Brownlie Iv
English poem
A little child the Lord became,-- Come, gaily sound His praises high, To bear our guilt, and share our shame, While angels praise Him in the sky. Refrain.