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1 Once in royal David's cit - y
moth - er
2 He came down to earth from heaven
And His cradle was a stall:
Henry J. Gauntlett, 1849
man - ger for
was that moth-er mild, Jesus Christ her little Child.
6 Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
Set at God's right hand on high;
4 For He is our childhood's Pattern,
3 And, through all His wondrous childhood 5 And our eyes at last shall see Him,
He would honor and obey,
In whose gentle arms He lay:
Through His own redeeming love;
Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1848
Copyright, 1911, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work
2 There's a tumult of joy
O'er the wonderful birth!
Is the Lord of the Earth.
King. A - MEN.
Ay! the star rains its fire and the beautiful sing,
3 In the light of that star
Every hearth is aflame, and the beautiful sing
4 We rejoice in the light,
And we echo the song
That comes down through the night
Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
Josiah G. Holland, 1872 (Copyright: Charles Scribner's Sons)
THE WISE MEN 18.104.22.168.D.
1 Saw you never in the twilight, When, the sun had left the skies,
Berthold Tours, 1881
heaven the clear stars shi- ning Through the gloom, like
2 Heard you never of the story,
How they crossed the desert wild, Journeyed on by plain and mountain,
Till they found the Holy Child? How they opened all their treasure,
Kneeling to that infant King; Gave the gold and fragrant incense, Gave the myrrh in offering?
So of old the wise men watch -ing, Saw a little stranger star,
And they knew the King was giv - en, And they followed it from far. A-MEN.
3 Know ye not that lowly Baby
Was the Bright and Morning Star;