Matthew 2:11

• [Mat 2:11] Gentle Savior, Day And Night

  Gentle Savior, day and night, Ride three princes great in might, Over mountain, over plain, Thee a-seeking, Thee a-seeking, Over mountain, over plain, Thee a-seeking, gentle Child. Gaspar, Melchior, Bálthăzár, Those three princes from afar, Gold and myrrh, and incense bear For an offering, for an offering, To the sweet and gentle Child, To the sweet and gentle Child. Gentle Savior in the cold, In the dark with gifts of gold, Those three princes at the door Stand a-knocking, stand a-knocking, Thee to worship, gentle Child, Thee to worship, gentle Child. Enter princes, from the night! Here, within, is warmth and light, Jesus smiles, His hands outspreads For the offerings, for the offerings, Praise to Him, the gentle Child, Praise to Him, the gentle Child. Joseph, sweep the stable clean, Strew the straw, though all is mean. Here the temple, here the throne, Here the altar, here the altar, Of our King, this gentle Child, Of our King, this gentle Child.

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• [Mat 2:11] Hail, Thou Source Of Every Blessing

  Hail, Thou Source of every blessing, Sovereign Father of mankind! Gentiles now, Thy grace possessing, In Thy courts admission find. Grateful now we fall before Thee, In Thy Church obtain a place, Now by faith behold Thy glory, Praise Thy truth, adore Thy grace. Once far off, but now invited, We approach Thy sacred throne; In Thy covenant united, Reconciled, redeemed, made one. Now revealed to Eastern sages, See the Star of Mercy shine; Mystery hid in former ages, Mystery great of love divine. Hail, Thou all-inviting Savior! Gentiles now their offerings bring; In Thy temple seek Thy favor, Jesus Christ, our Lord and King. May we, body, soul, and spirit, Live devoted to Thy praise, Glorious realms of bliss inherit, Grateful anthems ever raise!

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• [Mat 2:11] O Chief Of Cities, Bethlehem

  O chief of cities, Bethlehem, Of David’s crown the fairest gem, But more to us than David’s name, In you, as man, the Savior came. Beyond the sun in splendor bright, Above you stands a wondrous light Proclaiming from the conscious skies That here, in flesh, the Godhead lies. The wise men, seeing Him so fair, Bow low before Him, and with prayer Their treasured eastern gifts unfold Of incense, myrrh, and royal gold. The golden tribute owns Him King, But frankincense to God they bring, And last, prophetic sign, with myrrh, They shadow forth His sepulcher. O Jesus, whom the Gentiles see, With Father, Spirit, One in Three: To You, O God, be glory giv’n By saints on earth and saints in Heav’n.

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  source: Cyberhymnal