A Virgin Did Come

A vir­gin did come

From low­li­est home

And shel­ter she fain

In a man­ger would find;

For full was the inn

And no room was with­in

Save where to the stalls

The mute ox­en they bind.

O how won­drous the love

And the deep hu­mil­ity

Of Him who was laid

In the man­ger for me.

That Babe was a king

Mystic gifts

lo

they bring

Sure toke­ns they were

Of some great one to be;

To Beth­le­hem led

Eastern sag­es have sped

From far the De­sire

Of all na­tions to see.

Accomplished their hope

Their trea­sures they ope—

Gold

frank­in­cense

myrrh

To that In­fant they brought

Gifts cost­ly and rare

Full of mean­ing they were

Though not yet un­veiled

Were the great truths they taught.

No to­kens of state

Round that roy­al Babe wait

Seemed least

and yet

Greatest

of mon­archs was He;

In rev­er­ence low

Princely Ma­gi did bow

As though they di­vined

All His true dig­ni­ty.