March of the Three Kings

This high­way be­held at break of day

Three east­ern kings go by up­on their jour­ney.

This high­way be­held at break of day

Three east­ern kings go by in rich ar­ray.

With cour­age high all their guards passed by

Their knights at arms

With the squires and the pag­es.

With cour­age high all their guards passed by

With gild­ed armor shin­ing like the sky.

Wondering then

I watched the migh­ty men

I stood am­azed as all the knights were pass­ing.

Wondering then

I watched the migh­ty men

And as they passed I fol­lowed them again.

They jour­neyed far to the guid­ing star

That shone where Je­sus

Was ly­ing in a man­ger.

And far away where the Christ Child lay

They found the shep­herds come to watch and pray.

Gaspard old had brought a gift of gold.

He said

My Lord

Thou art the King of Glo­ry.

Gaspard old gave Christ his gift of gold

And that this Child would con­quer death

he told.

Then in­cense sweet at the Christ Child’s feet

King Mel­ch­ior placed

say­ing

Thou art God of ar­mies.

Although He lies here in hum­ble guise

This lit­tle Child is God of earth and skies.

You will die; for You

my Lord

I cry

Wept Balthazar

his gifts of myrrh pre­sent­ing.

You will die

and in a tomb will lie

For on a cross You will be lift­ed high.

All we to­day to the Child must pray

Who came to earth

With His gifts of peace and bless­ing

To Him we pray

and our hom­age pay

And with the kings we march along the way.