We thought You'd come with a crown of goldA string of pearls and a cashmere robeWe thought You'd clinch an iron fistAnd rain like fire on the politics
But without a sword, no armored guardBut common born in mother's armsThe government now rests uponThe shoulders of this Baby Son
Have you no room inside your heartThe inn is full, the out is darkBut upon profane shines sacred sunNot ashamed to be one of us
But without a sword, no armored guardBut common born in mother's armsThe government now rests uponThe shoulders of this Baby Son
Gloria, AlleluChrist the LordWe've longed for YouGloria, AlleluChrist the LordWe've longed for YouGloria, AlleluChrist the LordWe've longed for You