Our Royal Diadem

There is a man sweet

whose election is sure

one who held our sins

right down to His feet.

Oh, Royal Diadem -

how we long to see you

betwixt our birth and then at the hour

of our own death sure.

Heaven can hardly contain thee,

Lord Jesus, Our Christ.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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