Standing at the stable, Peering in to see,

Hoping, as I’m able, My sins will be freed.

Eyes of love, pure eyes of love, Leaning in towards mine,

Lend a sense, forever, Of my worth divine.

Eyes of love, His eyes of love, Prove He is my King.

Soon my gratitude spills o’er As I’m lingering.

Kneeling at the manger, Looking right at me,

Feeling like a stranger, Whispering my plea,

Eyes of love, His eyes of love, Gaze straight into mine,

Then I sense forgiveness Lasting through all time.

Tears of love, my tears of love, For my precious King,

Spill to overflowing now; Love for Him I bring.

Praising Him for mercy, Celebrating grace,

Seeing as a child, Gazing at his face,

Heart of love, his heart of love, Bids for me to bind,

And I sense his query: “With Me please abide.

Eyes of love, my eyes of love, Of which voices sing,

Spill my charity so pure; I’m your newborn King.”