Over Trackless Regions

Over track­less re­gions

From the morn­ing land

Bearing cost­ly trea­sures

Came a seek­ing band—

Wise men with de­vo­tion

From the morn­ing land.

Wheresoe’er the star led

In the eb­on sky

Thither pressed those wise men

With up­lift­ed eye

Following the star light

In the eb­on sky.

They would find the young king

Whom the star fore­told;

They would ren­der hom­age

And their gifts un­fold

Bowing low be­fore Him

Whom the star fore­told.

Jesu

Son of Da­vid

God’s In­car­nate Word

Endless

un­be­got­ten

By the wise ad­ored—

We would bow be­fore Thee

God’s In­car­nate Word.

Not with­out an of­fer­ing

Would we seek our king;

But with true de­vo­tion

What is nob­lest

bring—

With a gift so pre­cious

Would we seek our king.

Jesu

King eter­nal

Son of God

di­vine

Man

yet still re­main­ing

Of the God­head Trine—

See

our hearts we give Thee

Son of God

di­vine.