In the presence of the lowly beasts
The
prince of peace was born
And
to his earthy joyous cries
They
bowed low head and horn
The
Shepherds stood in wonder
As
the child they stood before
The
child the angel told of
Lay
before them in the straw
Countless
miles the Magi came
Having
traveled from the east
In
lavish robes they knelt before him
And
bowed lowly like the beasts
Gold,
Frankincense and Myrrh
Were
lain reverently before his stall
Precious
gifts brought from afar
For
the holy infant born for us all
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