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Show Jewels for the King. When at the humble manger We kneel and fervent pray; Before the Infant Jesus, What offerings can we lay? We cannot, like the Magi, Bring gold and perfumes rare, And nothing less seems worthy To lay before Him there. But e'en the very poorest. May bring a priceless gem, A jewel meet for wearing Within His diadem. That He thought not too costly With greater price to pay, He lived and died to win it, Our hearts he asks today. Hearts that are young and tender Are rare and matchless pearls. The trusting hearts of children. The pure young hearts of girls. Hearts brave, and strong and hopeful, Are emeralds, deepest green; And true hearts, tried and faithful, The sapphire's azure sheen. And wavering hearts that falter, Opals of changing glow, And hearts by sin unsullied. The moonstone's lucent snow. Hearts contrite and repentant Are amethyst's purple hue. Like violets turned to crystal, Yetbathed in cleansing dew. And sorrowing hearts are rubles. The crimson of His own. I think they'll shine the brightest, Blood red, around His throne; And fiery hearts that struggled And conquered in the fight, Gleam with a ten-fold spleidor, Great diamonds flashing light |