91. They all were looking for a king

1 They all were looking for a king
To slay their foes and lift them high;
Thou cam’st a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.

2 O Son of man, to right my lot
Nought but thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road thy wheels are not,
Nor on the sea thy sail.

3 My fancied ways why should’st thou heed?
Thou com’st down thine own secret stair;
Com’st down to answer all my need,
Yea, every bygone prayer.

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First Line: They all were looking for a king
Author: George MacDonald (1824-1905)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Topic: The Lord Jesus Christ: Birth
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