CHRISTMAS POEMS AND CAROLS.
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O Son of Mary! O Love Divine!
Whom the old kings hailed as King,
All praise be Thine, and the fairest shrine,
And the costliest gifts we can bring
To Thee, Eternity's King!
Whom the old kings hailed as King,
All praise be Thine, and the fairest shrine,
And the costliest gifts we can bring
To Thee, Eternity's King!
The tribute-gold, as it was of old,
Poured out, dear Lord, at Thy feet,
And the incense of worship that will not grow cold,
And the myrrh of penitence meet,
All cast with ourselves at Thy feet!
Poured out, dear Lord, at Thy feet,
And the incense of worship that will not grow cold,
And the myrrh of penitence meet,
All cast with ourselves at Thy feet!
