52 John Brownlie
10,10,10,5
οι μαγοι τα δϖρα προσφερουσιν
οι ποιμενες το θαυμα κηρυττουσιν
| Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now, No wreath of gold encircleth His brow, Lowly His state--in lowly worship bow; Hail to the King! |
| Born of His maiden mother, pure as snow, Son of our God, begotten long ago, Ere yet the stream of time began to flow; Hail to the King! |
| Nowhere was found a shelter for His head, Humble He lay, e'en where the oxen fed, No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed; Hail to the King! |
| 53 Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing; Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring, No other hand bestowed an offering; Hail to the King! |
| Hail to the King! O Christ, upon Thy throne, Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own, When by Thy birth and death Thou didst atone; Hail to the King! |
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