O’er Bethl’hem’s Hill, in Time of Old

O’er Bethl’hem’s hill

in time of old

Came wise men from afar

Bringing their cost­ly gifts of gold

For they had seen His star.

In prince­ly pomp

with pre­sents meet

They came to wor­ship at His feet.

The sil­very lamp thro’ all the night

Led on their ea­ger way

Until up­on His low­ly home

Was shed its gen­tle ray;

And there they found the in­fant King

And on the ground fell wor­ship­ing.

So

gra­cious Spir­it

by Thy light

Shine Thou up­on our way;

To guide our feet to Christ the Lord

Who would our hom­age pay;

For He who is the child­ren’s king

Will not disdain what child­ren bring.

For gifts

we give our­selves to Thee

Our hearts shall be Thy throne;

For gold

we give Thee all our love

O make it all Thine own!

As incense sweet Thy praise we sing

And bless Thy name

our Sav­ior King.