"Who knocks tonight so late?" the weary porter said.
Three kings stood at the gate,
each with a crown on head.
The serving man bowed down, the Inn was full,
he knew.
Said he, "In all this town is no fit place for you."
A light in the manger lit; there lay the Mother meek.
This place is fit.
Here is the rest we seek.
Come, come.
They loosed their latchet strings, so stood they all unshod
"Come in, come in, ye kings,
and kiss the feet of God."
Three kings stood at the gate,
each with a crown on head.
The serving man bowed down, the Inn was full,
he knew.
Said he, "In all this town is no fit place for you."
A light in the manger lit; there lay the Mother meek.
This place is fit.
Here is the rest we seek.
Come, come.
They loosed their latchet strings, so stood they all unshod
"Come in, come in, ye kings,
and kiss the feet of God."
3 comments:
God I love this piece.
When I first heard this piece, I hadn't read the text, so in listening I got the full impact of what it said/meant. It brings tears to my eyes. So simple. So clear in its intent.
Thank you for showcasing my choir on your blog!
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