Traditional — The truth sent from above

This is the truth sent from above The truth of God, the God of love; Therefore don’t turn me from your door But hearken all, both rich and poor The first thing, which I do relate That God at first did man create The next thing, which to you I tell Woman was made with him to dwell Then after this, ‘twas God’s own choice To place them both in Paradise There to remain from evil free Except they ate of such a tree But they did eat, which was a sin And thus their ruin did begin; Ruined themselves, both you and me And all of their posterity Thus we were heirs to endless woes Till God the Lord did interpose For so a promise soon did run That He’d redeem us with a Son And at this season of the year Our blest Redeemer did appear He here did live, and here did preach And many thousands He did teach Thus He in love to us behaved To show us how we must be saved And if you want to know the way Be pleased to hear what He did say Go preach the Gospel new, He said To all the nations that are made And he that does believe in me From all his sins I’ll set him free God grant to all within this place True saving faith—that special grace Which to His people doth belong— And thus I close my Christmas song