Now the King Immortal
Comes to claim His own,—
Shepherds at their watch by night,
Hail the glory of the light—
They, and they alone.
Heralds from the heaven-land,
Tell His Advent clear;—
Where the sound of hurrying feet?
Where the crowds come forth to greet?
Where the loyal cheer?
Angels, on the night winds
Have their carols thrown,—
Theirs, the music rapturous, sweet,
Theirs, the songs the Monarch greet,
Theirs, and theirs, alone.
Ah, the silent night hours,
Ah, the slumberers, prone,—
Mortals wake, arise, adore,
Angels, shepherds, honours pour,
They, and they, alone.
Jesu, King Immortal,
Mount thy rightful throne;
Loyal hearts their plaudits pour,
Heavenly choirs in songs adore,
They, not they alone.
|First Line:||Now the King Immortal|
|Title:||Now the King Immortal|
|Greek Title:||Χριστὸς ὁ Βασιλεύς|
|Translator:||John Brownlie (1911)|