52. Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now

Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now,
No wreath of gold encircleth His brow,
Lowly His state--in lowly worship bow;
Hail to the King!

Born of His maiden mother, pure as snow,
Son of our God, begotten long ago,
Ere yet the stream of time began to flow;
Hail to the King!

Nowhere was found a shelter for His head,
Humble He lay, e'en where the oxen fed,
No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed;
Hail to the King!

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Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing;
Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring,
No other hand bestowed an offering;
Hail to the King!

Hail to the King! O Christ, upon Thy throne,
Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own,
When by Thy birth and death Thou didst atone;
Hail to the King!

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First Line: Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now
Title: Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now
Meter: 10,10,10,5
Language: English
Publication Date: 1913
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