1 O King of Glory, David's son!
Why has't thou come and left thy throne,.
The curse and cross of man to bear
Brought thee! O Prince of Glory here.
2 Thy place of birth was Bethlehem,
The place was held in low esteem;
A place where none, a king would seek:
None but the humble and the meek.
3 But yet thy glory was made known.
And to the distant nations shown;
A strange a glorious shining star
Brought those who sought thee from a far.
4 The nations who desir'd to see
Thy face, are come to worship thee;
Tho they are heathens, yet they bring
Rich off'rings unto thee their king.
5 But greater treasures than they brought
Such they in thee their saviour sought:
Thy love to know, thy grace to gain
Rewards them fully for their pain.
6 O happy where it is the case!
That sinners seek for saving grace;
Such treasures they with thee shall find
Which proves their joy and peace of mind.
7 Tho' mighty kings and haughty foes
The progress of thy word oppose:
Thy Light shall shine from sea to shore,
Thy sun shall rise and set no more.
8 Thy kingdom and its righteousness
Affords eternal life and peace;
My offering, I to thee will bring,
Grant me thy treasures, O my king!
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