From the album The Best Is Yet to Come

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Lyrics

In Bethlehem a babe was born one silent night
No royalty surrounded him when he arrived
Just some dirty shepherds bowing down
Coming to give honor to this King without a crown
So few could recognize the Lord before their eyes...

The King who is worthy of riches, honor, glory
The One of whom the angels cry "Holy, Holy"
Brought heaven to the earth in the humblest of births
Let praises rise to the King in disguise.

From far away some wise men came to find the King
He wasn't in the palace where they thought he'd be
Just a dingy house across the town
Oh how the neighbors must have stared to see them lay their treasures down
So few could recognize The Lord before their eyes

The King who is worthy of riches, honor, glory
The One of whom the angels cry "Holy, Holy"
Brought heaven to the earth in the humblest of births
Let praises rise to the King in disguise.

Years from then they crowned his head
But not with gold, with thorns instead.
Raised to die on Calvary's hill
They didn't recognize him still...

The King who is worthy of riches, honor, glory
The One of whom the angels cry "Holy, Holy"
Brought heaven to the earth in the humblest of births
Let praises rise to the King in disguise.