Suno 2025-12

In Bethlehem, the House of Bread, A child was born, as prophets said, No throne, no crown, no royal hall— A manger bed to hold the small. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. A feeding trough of humble wood Became a cradle where He would First lay His head, this holy birth— God's bread come down to feed the earth. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. O come, all you who hunger deep, Who weary walk and cannot sleep, The Bread of Life lies waiting here, In lowly straw, the feast draws near. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. What king would choose to enter so? What God descend to lie so low? Only the One whose love would give His very self that we might live. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. Come and feast this Christmas morn.

In Bethlehem, the House of Bread, A child was born, as prophets said, No throne, no crown, no royal hall— A manger bed to hold the small. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. A feeding trough of humble wood Became a cradle where He would First lay His head, this holy birth— God's bread come down to feed the earth. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. O come, all you who hunger deep, Who weary walk and cannot sleep, The Bread of Life lies waiting here, In lowly straw, the feast draws near. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. What king would choose to enter so? What God descend to lie so low? Only the One whose love would give His very self that we might live. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. Come and feast this Christmas morn.

In Bethlehem, the House of Bread, A child was born, as prophets said, No throne, no crown, no royal hall— A manger bed to hold the small. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. A feeding trough of humble wood Became a cradle where He would First lay His head, this holy birth— God's bread come down to feed the earth. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. O come, all you who hunger deep, Who weary walk and cannot sleep, The Bread of Life lies waiting here, In lowly straw, the feast draws near. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. What king would choose to enter so? What God descend to lie so low? Only the One whose love would give His very self that we might live. Come to the manger, come and see, The Bread of Life, given free, In the House of Bread He's born— Come and feast this Christmas morn. Come and feast this Christmas morn.