Luyện nghe bài hát The Stable Door

Open wide the door,
Monarchs rich and shepherds
to tread the holy floor
Where the Son of God.

See, they Him gifts of gold,
Tender lambs from fold,
As awe their eyes behold
The Son of God.

I am not a King,

have I for offering.
E'en a lamb I bring
To Thee, Son of God.

Yet I would be at Thy
And the is open wide!
can empty hands provide,
Oh, what, Son of God?

Not can I remain,
Not my heart's deep restrain,
Trembling 'neath my and pain,
I come, Son of God.

Now I bow me at Thy stall,
Giftless, yet I give Thee
Thou art the Lord, and I am
To Thee, O Son of God!