My King was in a stable born
And swathing bands the babe adorned
From Heaven’s wealth to poverty
Baptized when He was thirty-three
My King owned nothing on this Earth
Yet nothing could outshine His worth
His army, lowly fishermen
Who left their nets to follow Him
The war He fought was not with man
Swords never featured in His plan
But evil fled before His face
And in their stead abounded grace
He never owned a diadem
No crown of gold was given Him
No royal throne, nor palace bright
Nowhere to lay His head at night
And yet He left a legacy
Bought by His blood on Calvary
And richer than all treasures found
His children who in Him abound
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