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Verse 1
The King of Glory sends his Son
To make his entrance on this earth!
Behold the midnight bright as noon,
And heavenly hosts declare his birth!
Verse 2
About the young Redeemer’s head
What wonders and what glories meet!
An unknown star arose, and led
The eastern sages to his feet.
Verse 3
Simeon and Anna both conspire
The Infant-Saviour to proclaim;
Inward they felt the sacred fire,
And bless’d the babe, and own’d his Name.
Verse 4
Let Jews and Greeks blaspheme aloud,
And treat the holy Child with scorn;
Our souls adore th’ eternal God
Who condescended to be born.
Isaac Watts, “The King of Glory Sends His Son”