David's Royal Son
Words: English Traditional
Music: English Traditional
Meter: 86 86
Source: G. Walters, A Good Christmas Box (Dudley: G. Walters, 1847; reprinted Ashley: Michael Raven, 2007), p. 34.
Of all the wonders and delights,
Which raised our best surprise,
The awful themes, the lovely sites,
With which we feast our eyes.
There's none for excellence and joy,
And wonder can compare,
With what at Christmas may employ.
Our serious thoughts and prayer.
If trav'llers through the darksome night,
Rejoice the day to see;
If pris'ners bound in woeful plight,
Are glad when they get free.
If sick and dying men rejoice
To see physician's face,
Then sinners listen, tune your voice,
And hail the Saviour's grace.
From heav'n the Son of God descends,
And takes the form of man;
To reconcile his foes as friends,
Was his all-gracious plan.
For now the promis'd Saviour born,
To Israel long foretold;
A lowly babe, the great ones scorn,
See a rough stable hold.
But though he comes in lowly guise,
'Tis David's royal son;
And he that in the manger lies,
Shall fill his Father's throne.
Come, own the sins of all the year,
Of all your lives and pray;
Don't add more crimes and vengeance dare,
Abusing Christmas Day.
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