The King of Glory
sends his Son
To
make his entrance on this earth;
Behold the midnight
bright as noon,
And
heavenly hosts declare his birth.
About the young
Redeemer's head
What
wonders and what glories meet!
An unknown star
arose, and led
The
eastern sages to his feet.
Simeon and Anna both
conspire
The
infant-Saviour to proclaim;
Inward they felt the
sacred fire,
And
blessed the babe, and owned his name.
Let Jews and Greeks
blaspheme aloud,
And
treat the holy child with scorn;
Our souls adore the
eternal God
Who
condescended to be born.
Isaac Watts
(1674-1748)
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