Christians, Lo, the Star Appeareth

Christians

lo

the star ap­pear­eth;

Lo ’tis yet Mes­si­ah’s day;

Still with trib­ute trea­sure la­den

Come the wise men on their way.

Where a life is spent in serv­ice

Walking where the Mas­ter trod

There is scat­tered myrrh most frag­rant

For the bless­èd Christ of God.

Whoso bears his bro­ther’s bur­den

Whoso shares an­oth­er’s woe

Brings his frank­in­cense to Je­sus

With the men of long ago.

When we soothe earth’s wea­ry child­ren

Tending best the least of them

’Tis the Lord Him­self we wor­ship

Bringing gold to Beth­le­hem.

Christians

lo

the star ap­pear­eth

Leading still the an­cient way;

Christians

on­ward with your trea­sure;

It is still Mes­si­ah’s day.