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Innocence wears He as ermine,
 Poverty maketh His crown,
Love is the throne of His glory,
 Mercy His matchless renown.

Homeless and laid in a manger,
 Seeming earth's pity to crave,
Ruleth He still creation,
 Helpless, is mighty to save.

Blessed henceforth are the lowly
 Who of His lowliness learn;
Blessed who showeth His mercy,
 Reaping His mercy in turn.

Blessed henceforth who forsaketh
 Kindred and lands for His sake,
Counting no burden too grievous
 Jesus may call him to take.

Even a cup of cold water
 Unto His little ones given
He shall return to the giver
 Filled from the fountains of Heaven.

Blessed the least in His Kingdom
 More than the Prophets of old
Who in the Babe of the manger
 Saviour, Jehovah behold.