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No kingly robes nor golden treasure
Decked the birth-day of God's Son; No pompal train at all took pleasure
To this King of kings to run. No mantle brave could Jesus have,
Upon His cradle for to lye; No musick's charms in nurse's arms,
To sing the Babe a lullaby.
Yet as Mary sat in solace,
By our Saviour's first beginning, Hosts of angels from God's palace
Sounded sweet from Heaven singing; Yea, heaven and earth, for Jesus' birth,
With sweet melodious tunes abound, And every thing for Jewry's King,
Upon the earth gave chearful sound.
Then with angel's love inspired,
The wise princes from the East, To Bethlehem as they desired,
Came whereas the Lord did rest: And there they laid before the maid,
Before her Son, our God and King, Their offerings sweet, as was most meet,
Unto so great a power to bring.
Now to Him that us redeemed,
By His precious death and passion;
And us sinners so esteemed
To buy us dearly thus salvation; |
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