Hymns from the Morningland ‎#4

4. Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now

I
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!

II
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!

III
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!

IV
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!

V
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 did’st atone;
Hail to the King!

Text Information

• First Line: Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now
• Title: Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now
• Greek Title: οἱ μάγοι τὰ δῶρα προσφέρουσιν
• Translator: John Brownlie (1911)
• Meter: 10,10,10,4
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1911

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