Not in regal robes of grandeur

by Derek W. H. Thomas (2005)
based on Philippians 2:7

1  Not in regal robes of grandeur,
    Brightly shining wreaths of gold;
Lowly flesh His form most humble,
    Veiling brilliance—His from old;
Look! The newborn King of Glory,
    Grace and mercy we behold!

2  Not a palace filled with baubles,
    Throne or sceptre for this child;
From the highest to the lowest
    He descended to the world;
Look! The newborn King of Glory,
    Mary’s babe—so meek and mild!

3  Not a home of stately splendour,
    Overflow and cattle shed;
Where a mother lays her baby,
    Gathered straw for cushioned bed;
Look! The newborn King of Glory,
    Nowhere else to lay His head.

4  Eyes of faith view things with wonder:
    Radiant form of glory shines;
Thronged above where angels beckon— 
    “Glory to the Son divine!”
Look! The newborn King of Glory,
    Promise true; by God’s design!

5  Sing, then all you faithful people,
    Joyful themes of gospel trace;
Join them all you angel choirs
    From a loftier, higher place;
Look! The newborn King of Glory,
    Melodies of covenant grace.