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They seek the babe—no regal state—
No princely pomp are Hithe while;
On Hi no bright-robed courtiers wait,
But humble peasants watch His smile:
The magi kneel, and shepherds bend,
To Him whom angels did attend.
No princely pomp are Hithe while;
On Hi no bright-robed courtiers wait,
But humble peasants watch His smile:
The magi kneel, and shepherds bend,
To Him whom angels did attend.
He has resigned a crown of light—
Laid all his glorious vestments by—
And shrouding in this world of night
The splendors of the Deity,
Hath come to succor, save, and bless,
His creatures in their wretchedness.
Laid all his glorious vestments by—
And shrouding in this world of night
The splendors of the Deity,
Hath come to succor, save, and bless,
His creatures in their wretchedness.
Saviour, again we hail the day,
When brightly rose thy natal star;
And join the angel's heaven-taught lay,
Which in the azure fields afar—
The music of celestial spheres,
Rang on the shepherd's listening ears.
When brightly rose thy natal star;
And join the angel's heaven-taught lay,
Which in the azure fields afar—
The music of celestial spheres,
Rang on the shepherd's listening ears.
