This was the royal gift to men—
A sweet and tender child,
Reposing in His mother’s arms
In beauty undefiled.
A child, yes, He was born to us,
Our Babe of Bethlehem,
Who, coming to our low estate
Laid off His diadem.

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He is our royal Christ­mas gift,
And as we now be­lieve,
We take the treasure to our hearts,
And all His love receive.

A son to us was giv’n, and He
A child to manhood grew,
A kingly brother to us all,
Divine, and strong, and true.
A royal, princely child He came,
The heir to realms unknown,
He came to bend our hearts to His,
And take us to His throne.

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He came without His crown, and took
On earth the lowest place,
That He might lead triumphant home
A royal, ransomed race.
Our child, our brother, and our king,
Our treasure and our love,
Our guide amid these desert sands,
Our advocate above.

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