Our Royal Christmas Gift

This was the roy­al gift to men—

A sweet and ten­der child

Reposing in His mo­ther’s arms

In beau­ty un­de­filed.

A child

yes

He was born to us

Our Babe of Beth­le­hem

Who

com­ing to our low es­tate

Laid off His dia­dem.

He is our roy­al Christ­mas gift

And as we now be­lieve

We take the trea­sure to our hearts

And all His love re­ceive.

A son to us was giv’n

and He

A child to man­hood grew

A king­ly bro­ther to us all

Divine

and strong

and true.

A roy­al

prince­ly child He came

The heir to realms unk­nown

He came to bend our hearts to His

And take us to His throne.

He came with­out His crown

and took

On earth the low­est place

That He might lead tri­umph­ant home

A roy­al

ran­somed race.

Our child

our bro­ther

and our king

Our trea­sure and our love

Our guide amid these de­sert sands

Our ad­vo­cate ab­ove.