HE wolf of want is
At doors no angel keeps.
Young Mary smiled on her Holy Child,
But many a mother weeps.
The Kings of the East brought
Uncounted and unpriced.
Who bears a gift to arms that liftA little famished Christ?
HE wolf of want is
At doors no angel keeps.
Young Mary smiled on her Holy Child,
But many a mother weeps.
The Kings of the East brought
Uncounted and unpriced.
Who bears a gift to arms that liftA little famished Christ?