The Babe of Bethlehem (Latta)

From the east the ma­gi came

The Re­deem­er to behold

And they wor­shiped Him

and gave

Gifts of in­cense and of gold.

As the ma­gi there did bow

I would fain have been with them;

But I will adore Thee now

Blessèd Babe of Beth­le­hem.

Yes

by faith

I see the star

Moving west­ward to the skies

And I fol­low

till I see

Where the bless­èd In­fant lies.

Better gift than gold or myrrh

I to Him may now im­part;

Dear Re­deem­er

take

I pray

Take the in­cense of my heart.