The Infant King
Sing Noel at Christmas time,
Let all the bells in heaven chime.
Praise the stem of Jesse's rod--
The newborn King, the Son of God.
The Child thus born as God's own Son
Will ransom all; yes, every one.
The angels sang while shepherds saw
As mild He lay in tufted straw.
The Babe from royal lineage springs.
Christ has come; all heaven sings.
The wise men come the great long way,
Their homage and their gifts to pay.
For lo, this lowly Son of birth
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