Text: | Our King |
1 The busy, pleasant day
Has softly passed away
On sunset wing;
And twilight shadows throng
To hear our even-song,
Its thankful strain prolong
To Christ, our King.
2 Unlike the kings of earth,
He was of lowly birth,
And humble name.
But all his life was spent
On thoughts of love intent;
Where'er his footsteps went,
A blessing came.
3 The poor, the sick, and old,
In hunger, want and cold,
He loved them all.
No words can e'er express
His heavenly tenderness;
He still can save and bless
The souls that call.
4 And he is with us now;
O let our spirits bow
His love to meet.
Our Brother and our Friend,
Whose kingdom has no end,
On whom our hearts depend
In trust complete.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The busy, pleasant day |
Title: | Our King |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1899 |
Topic: | New Words to Old Tunes; Praise |
Notes: | Tune: ITALIAN HYMN |