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ADVENT.
Bows to Jesus every knee,
Things in heaven, and earth, and hell; Saints adore him, demons flee, All proclaim Immanuel.
He left his throne above, Emptied of all but love:" Whom the heavens cannot contain, God, vouchsafed a worm to appear, Lord of Glory, Son of Man,
Poor, and vile, and abject here. His own on earth he sought, His own received him not; Him a sign by all blasphemed, Outcast and despised of men, Him they all a madman deemed, Bold to scoff the Nazarene.
Hail, Galilean King!
Thy humble state I sing; Never shall my triumphs end; Hail, derided Majesty! Jesus, hail! the sinner's Friend, Friend of Publicans, and me.
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PART III.
JESU, my God and King, Thy regal state I sing: Thou, and only thou, art great, High thine everlasting throne: Thou, the Sovereign Potentate, Blest, immortal, thou alone. Essay our choicest strains, The King Messiah reigns! Tune your harps, celestial choir, Joyful all your voices raise; Christ, than earth- born monarchs higher, Sons of men and angels praise.
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