O’er the Hill and o’er the Vale

O’er the hill and o’er the vale

Come three kings to­ge­ther

Caring naught for snow and hail

Cold

and wind

and wea­ther;

Now on Per­sia’s san­dy plains

Now where Ti­gris swells with rains

They their ca­mels te­ther;

Now through Syr­ian lands they go

Now through Mo­ab

faint and slow

Now through Ed­om’s hea­ther.

O’er the hill and o’er the vale

Each king bears a pre­sent:

Wise men go a child to hail

Monarchs seek a pea­sant;

And a star in front pro­ceeds

Over rocks and riv­ers leads

Shines with beams in­ces­sant.

Therefore on­ward

on­ward still!

Ford the stream and climb the hills:

Love makes all things plea­sant.

He is God ye go to meet;

Therefore in­cense prof­fer.

He is King ye go to greet:

Gold is in your cof­fer.

Also Man He comes to share

Every woe that man can bear:

Tempter

rail­er

scof­fer;

Therefore now against the day

In the grave where Him they lay

Myrrh ye also of­fer.