Old man waiting in the temple courts He said it from the start The hope of nations, and of men But he'll do things to pierce your heart And divide the world The silent night is passed and gone And tyrants plan Your fate But all the while, their response to You Will determine their own way The road to joy or sorrow A mighty flame flickers to a spark There are three on the lonely road With the fear of kings back in the dark The tidings of great joy postponed For the mothers back in Bethl'am He's come to comfort the weeping ones And to call their dead back to life And the blood that you failed to shed tonight Will one day flow for such as you If only you were humbled Our refugee will hurt more than this He'll be made weaker still But let your strength not make you blind Run him off or have him killed His peace will come with power