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THE THREE KINGS. 67
And when the Star was dim, they knocked at Herod's
palace gate, And troubled with the news of faith his politic estate.
And they have knelt in Bethlehem ! The Everlasting
Child They saw upon His mother's lap, earth's monarch
meek and mild; His little feet, with Mary's leave, they pressed with
loving kiss, — Oh what were thrones, oh what were crowns, to such
a joy as this?
One little sight of Jesus was enough for many years, One look at Him their stay and staff in the dismal
vale of tears: Their people for that sight of Him they gallantly
withstood, They taught His faith, they preached His Word, and
for Him shed their blood.
Ah me ! what broad daylight of faith our thankless
souls receive, How much we know of Jesus, and how easy to
believe: 'T is the noonday of His sunshine, of His sun that
setteth never: Faith gives us crowns, and makes us kings, and our
kingdom is for ever!