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Kings from the Orient, Magi royal, Called by the star to that blest door. Here 'tis your God claims homage loyal; Hasten your Savior to adore; Give Him your love for evermore. |
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In that dark grotto, lowly, lonely, Glowing, your lamp of Faith shines bright. Through mystic shadows see Him only, God and your King from realms of light; Glory divine from Heaven's height. |
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Humble though great, ye Kings adore Him, Magi, your treasures yield straight way; Tenderly lay your gifts before Him; God, incense, myrrh, your debt to pay; Offer your hearts without delay. |
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God for the King of kings Supernal, Myrrh for His dear Humanity, Incense for God, divine, eternal; O Holy Magi, you have known Reason profound for Faith you own. |
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Jesus, dear Lord, our hearts we bring you; Take them unworthy though they be. Grant in return the pray'r we sing you; That with the Magi's Faith in Thee, Bright star of hope and love we see. |