Bright o’er Bethlehem’s Lowly Mangers

Bright o’er Beth­le­hem’s low­ly man­gers

Beamed a new and lus­trous star

Guiding by its light the strang­ers

From their Ori­ent land afar;

Where be­neath its sil­ver shin­ing

Lay a fair and won­drous child

God and man in one com­bin­ing

Born of vir­gin un­de­filed.

Then

the mid­night si­lence break­ing

Sages from a dist­ant land

Came

their hum­ble hom­age mak­ing

Priceless of­fer­ings in their hand

To the King of earth and Heav­en

To that fair and ho­ly Child

Man’s aton­ing Sav­ior giv­en

Born of vir­gin un­de­filed.

Gold they of­fer

rich in splen­dor

Fitting trib­ute of a king;

Frankincense they hum­bly ren­der

To their God

whom an­gels sing;

But of all their gifts un­dy­ing

Myrrh sheds forth a sweet per­fume

For it tells of Je­sus ly­ing

Silent in His rock-bound tomb.

Lord

we haste to Beth­le­hem go­ing

With our gold of fer­vent love;

Offer myrrh

re­pent­ance show­ing;

Incense bear to God above;

Who

be­neath the star’s soft shin­ing

Cradled lay

a heav­en­ly child

God and man in one com­bin­ing

Born of vir­gin un­de­filed.