The poem envisions Jesus Christ as the King of Kings, adorned in majestic, divine garments that reflect His royal authority and tender grace. His robes, white as dawn with golden threads, symbolize purity and glory, while a crimson and purple mantle signifies His sacrificial love and sovereignty. Crowned with stars and radiant jewels, He transcends earthly kingship. The final stanza portrays His attire proclaiming His might, yet His graceful presence enhances it, revealing Him as both a Shepherd and King who lovingly summons us to draw near.

Beneath the heavens’ boundless dome,
He reigns where mortal kings would roam,
In garments spun from light divine,
A splendor mortal eyes define.

White as dawn, His robes unfurl,
A purity to cleanse the world,
With golden threads, like rivers bright,
Weaving glory through the night.

A mantle falls, a crimson tide,
A sacred hue from love’s own side,
Purple flows, a royal shade,
Sovereign grace in every fold.

No thorns to pierce His brow this day,
A crown of stars now lights His way,
Jewels gleam with radiant beams,
Eternal King in endless gleams.

His robes proclaim His royal might,
A vesture vast as heaven’s height,
His grace adorns the robes He wears,
The Shepherd King who calls us near.