The name, before his wondrous birth,
To Christ, the Saviour, given.
We love to sing around our King,
And hail him blessed Jesus;
For there’s no word ear ever heard,
So dear, so sweet as Jesus.”
And then Maybee, slowly, earnestly, and so clearly not a word was lost, repeated the first verse of the hymn,—
“I love to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory