We thought you'd come with a crown of gold
A string of pearls and a cashmere robe
We thought you'd clinch an iron fist

And rain like fire on the politics

But without a sword, no armored guard

But common born in mother's arms
The government now rests upon
The shoulders of this baby son


Have you no room inside your heart
The inn is full, the out is dark

Upon profane shines sacred sun
Not ashamed to be one of us


Without a sword, no armored guard
But common born in mother's arms
The government now rests upon

The shoulders of this baby son

Gloria, Allelu

Christ the Lord
We've longed for You
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