Throne, oh
throne, which has borne,
Thy kingdom,
thy kingdom come,
My hand,
hand not forlorn,
Tied to thy glory firm;
Stand by, by
the stead,
In the stead,
the wise taught,
On the
throne, where they head,
The feathers of your eyes not caught;
Yet penance
is yet to come,
For dusk has
befallen thy kingdom,
What the
lord taught the wise has lost,
The wise
lost, the feathers they caught,
Yet they
head in the glorious stead,
To the crown
of thy mighty led.
