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THE COMING OF THE KING
Who is the King they tell us hath come to visit
Our lowly sphere?
Shall we rejoice to meet Him to-day, or is it
A time to fear?
Our lowly sphere?
Shall we rejoice to meet Him to-day, or is it
A time to fear?
Is it He who shall rule the pride of each turbulent nation
With iron rod?
Nay. By His feet the way of humiliation
Will soon be trod.
With iron rod?
Nay. By His feet the way of humiliation
Will soon be trod.
Is He robed in ermine set upon purple splendour,
As monarchs use?
Nay. He is clothed as they who have made surrender
Of all their dues.
As monarchs use?
Nay. He is clothed as they who have made surrender
Of all their dues.
Doth He stand in the strength of high magnific stature
On this our earth?
Nay. He is here in our eyes like a lowly creature
Of hidden worth.
On this our earth?
Nay. He is here in our eyes like a lowly creature
Of hidden worth.
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Only a Babe in a stable, laid by His Mother
There in a stall:
Just for the love of us come, our human Brother,
Father of all.
There in a stall:
Just for the love of us come, our human Brother,
Father of all.
He is the great High-Priest, by whom full-shriven
To joy we come,
He is the little Child who will lead us to Heaven,
And welcome us home.
To joy we come,
He is the little Child who will lead us to Heaven,
And welcome us home.
Baby-King, in Thy bed so poor and lowly,
In swaddlings laid,
Here do we kneel and adore Thee, Holiest of Holy,
Our Brother made.
In swaddlings laid,
Here do we kneel and adore Thee, Holiest of Holy,
Our Brother made.
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