On this night, Love comes to the poor,
Christ is born at a humble door.
No bright palace, no golden throne—
Only a manger, straw and stone.
Yet in that cold and simple place,
Burns the warm fire of God’s embrace.
Let every heart, both near and far,
Welcome the Child beneath the star.

Glory to God, peace evermore!
Christ walks the earth through those we serve.
Following Vincent, hearts open wide,
We find our Lord at the poor man’s side.

Shepherds hear the angels proclaim,
“Glory to the newborn King.”
So they hasten through fields of night,
Drawn by faith to the Holy Light.
We too go forth to streets and doors,
Carrying hope to the tired and poor.
The Babe who sleeps in Bethlehem
Waits to be loved in all of them.

Glory to God, peace evermore!
Christ walks the earth through those we serve.
Following Vincent, hearts open wide,
We find our Lord at the poor man’s side.

In the cold of this winter’s air,
Many wait for a sign of care.
We bring food, warmth, a tender word—
Gifts far dearer to Christ our Lord.
For every kindness, small or great,
Opens a door to grace and faith.
And in our service, pure and true,
Jesus is born again anew.

**Glory to God, peace evermore!
Christ walks the earth through those we serve.
Following Vincent, hearts open wide,
Love leads our steps where the poor reside.

Glory to God, peace evermore!
Christ walks the earth through those we serve.
Following Vincent, hearts open wide,
We find our Lord at the poor man’s side.
We find our Lord at the poor man’s side.**



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