The Best That Heav’n Could Bring

The best that Heav’n could bring—

First fruits

an of­fer­ing free—

Was brought from far

when by the star

The wise men came to Thee.

No scep­ter

and no throne!

The magi were am­azed

As

with sur­prise

on hum­ble guise

And po­ver­ty

they gazed.

But there Thy God-head shone

Despite the man­ger bed;

O Christ

the Lord

In­car­nate Word!

’Twas there Thou laid’st Thy head.