No stately room

No stately room nor royal robes
surround the newborn.
Sufficient are a pauper’s clothes
and stable forlorn.

Dominions, empires, kings shall pass
and be forgotten.
For Love’s sweet King has come to us,
of Love begotten.

But hold him not in fabled birth
with star above him.
Christ reigns in heav’n and lives on earth
in all who love him.

Written to be sung to a traditional Ukrainian tune (sheet music here), and best-suited for use as a simple choir piece.


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