The Golden Carol
(Of Melchior, Balthazar, and Gaspar, the Three Kings.)
We saw the light shine out a-far,On Christmas in the morning,And straight we knew Christ’s Star it was,Bright beaming in the morning.Then did we fall on bended knee,On Christmas in the morning,And prais’d the Lord, who’d let us seeHis glory at its dawning.Oh! ever thought be of His Name,On Christmas in the morning,
We saw the light shine out a-far,On Christmas in the morning,And straight we knew Christ’s Star it was,Bright beaming in the morning.Then did we fall on bended knee,On Christmas in the morning,And prais’d the Lord, who’d let us seeHis glory at its dawning.Oh! ever thought be of His Name,On Christmas in the morning,
We saw the light shine out a-far,On Christmas in the morning,And straight we knew Christ’s Star it was,Bright beaming in the morning.Then did we fall on bended knee,On Christmas in the morning,And prais’d the Lord, who’d let us seeHis glory at its dawning.
We saw the light shine out a-far,
On Christmas in the morning,
And straight we knew Christ’s Star it was,
Bright beaming in the morning.
Then did we fall on bended knee,
On Christmas in the morning,
And prais’d the Lord, who’d let us see
His glory at its dawning.
Oh! ever thought be of His Name,On Christmas in the morning,
Oh! ever thought be of His Name,
On Christmas in the morning,
MemlingTHE ADORATION OF THE MAGI
MemlingTHE ADORATION OF THE MAGI
Memling
THE ADORATION OF THE MAGI
Who bore for us both grief and shame,Afflictions sharpest scorning.And may we die (when death shall come),On Christmas in the morning,And see in heav’n, our glorious home,The Star of Christmas morning.
Who bore for us both grief and shame,Afflictions sharpest scorning.And may we die (when death shall come),On Christmas in the morning,And see in heav’n, our glorious home,The Star of Christmas morning.
Who bore for us both grief and shame,Afflictions sharpest scorning.And may we die (when death shall come),On Christmas in the morning,And see in heav’n, our glorious home,The Star of Christmas morning.
Who bore for us both grief and shame,
Afflictions sharpest scorning.
And may we die (when death shall come),
On Christmas in the morning,
And see in heav’n, our glorious home,
The Star of Christmas morning.