O King of Glory, David’s Son (Henkel)

O King of Glo­ry

Da­vid’s son!

Why hast Thou come and left Thy throne?

The curse and cross of man to bear

Brought Thee

O Prince of Glo­ry

here!

Thy place of birth was Beth­le­hem

The place was held in low es­teem;

A place where none a king would seek:

None but the hum­ble and the meek.

But yet Thy glo­ry was made known

And to the dist­ant na­tions shown;

A strange

a glo­ri­ous shin­ing star

Brought those who sought Thee from afar.

The nations who de­sired to see

Thy face

are come to wor­ship Thee;

Though they are hea­thens

yet they bring

Rich of­fer­ings un­to Thee

their king.

But great­er trea­sures than they brought

Such they in Thee their Sav­ior sought:

Thy love to know

Thy grace to gain

Rewards them ful­ly for their pain.

O hap­py where it is the case!

That sin­ners seek for sav­ing grace;

Such trea­sures they with Thee shall find

Which proves their joy and peace of mind.

Though migh­ty kings and haugh­ty foes

The pro­gress of Thy word op­pose:

Thy light shall shine from sea to shore

Thy sun shall rise and set no more.

Thy king­dom and its right­eous­ness

Affords eter­nal life and peace;

My of­fer­ing

I to Thee will bring

Grant me Thy trea­sures

O my king!