Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # They All Were Looking For A King 1. They all were looking for a king To slay their foes and lift them high; Thou cam'st a little Baby thing That made a woman cry. 2. O Son of man, to right my lot Naught but Thy presence can avail; Yet on the road Thy wheels are not, Nor on the sea Thy sail. 3. My fancied ways why should'st Thou heed? Thou com'st down Thine own secret stair; Com'st down to answer all my need, Yes, every bygone prayer. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #