Behold the Prince of Peace! around
His cradle angry tempests rage;
He needs must go on pilgrimage,
An exile, homeless and discrowned.
And yet, His Rank to designate,
The unquenched Star of Bethlehem
Shines forth, a radiant diadem;
While Angels on His footsteps wait.
E’en now the Father’s Face they see,
A triumph-song e’en now they sing,
And, wondering and worshipping,
Attend His Pilgrim-Family.