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 For hither come are we, To bow to Him the knee.' This would the wise men know. But Herod, troubled sore, And Salem overmore, Was minded in his fury To fight with God, and kill, With semblance of good-will, The infant King of Jewry.

Then Herod straight would know What time the star gan show That led the Princes three To Bethlehem, that there With giftès, rich and rare, The Babe might honour'd be But, by our Lord's command, Safe in their native land By other road they find them. Thus did the Kings deride False Herod at that tide, And left him far behind them.

us this morn a Child is born, His Father is none other Than God the King of ev'ry thing, Maid Mary is His Mother.

Her Babe is Lord by all adored; Esaias had foreshown her: Now came't to pass that ox and ass Bow'd down afore their owner.