Lord

Little One, Little One, God over all, Earth is thy footstool, and Heav’n is Thy throne: Joseph the carpenter, prostrate I fall; Praise thee, adore Thee, and claim Thee mine own.

God

Maid Mary

Babe, dear Babe! Mine own, mine own, my heart’s delight, The myrrh between my breasts at night, My little Rose, my Lily white, My Babe for whom the star’s alight.

Babe, dear Babe! Mine own, mine own, God’s only Son, Foretold, foreseen, since earth begun; Desire of nations, Promised One When Eve was first by sin undone.

God’s

Son

Babe, dear Babe! Mine own, mine own, the whole world’s Child! Born of each heart that’s undefiled, Nursed at the breast of Mercy mild, And in the arms of Love asiled.

Babe, dear Babe! My crown of glory, sorrow’s sword, My Maker, King, Redeemer, Lord, My Saviour and my great Reward; My little Son, my Babe adored.

The Three Kings

Hail! Hail thou wondrous little King! To Thy dear Feet Our offerings meet With bended knee we bring; O mighty baby King, Accept the offering.

First King

Lord, I stoop low My head of snow, Thus I, the great, hail Thee, the Least! And swing the censer for the Priest, The Priest with hands upraised to bless, The Priest of this world’s bitterness. As I stoop low My head of snow, Bless me, O Priest, before I go.

Lord

Second King

Behold me, King! A man of might, Who rules dominions infinite; Strong in the harvest of the years, And one who counts no kings as peers. O little King, Behold my crown! I lay it down, And bow before Thy lowly bed My all unworthy uncrowned head, For I am naught and Thou art All. And Thou shalt climb a throne set high, Between sad earth and silent sky, Thereon to agonize and die; And at Thy Feet the world shall fall. Stretch out Thy little Hands, O King, Behold the world’s imagining!

Third King

Out of the shadow of the night I 

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