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.
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.
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.