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What kind of King would leave His throne In Heaven to make this earth His home? While men seek fame and great renown In loneliness our King comes down Jesus, Jesus, precious One How we thank You that You've come Jesus, Jesus, precious One A manger throne for God's own Son You left the sound of angels' praise To come for men with unkind ways And by this Baby's helplessness The power of nations is laid to rest What kind of King would come so small From glory to a humble stall? That dirty manger is my heart, too I'll make it a royal throne for You My heart is a throne My heart is a throne for God's own Son