The Kings of the East are Riding

The kings of the east are rid­ing

Tonight to Beth­le­hem;

The sun­set glows di­vid­ing

The kings of the east are rid­ing

A star their jour­ney guid­ing

Gleaming with gold and gem.

The kings of the east are rid­ing

Tonight to Beth­le­hem.

To a strange sweet harp of Zi­on

The star­ry host troops forth:

The gold­en-glaived Ori­on

To a strange sweet harp of Zi­on

The Arch­er and the Li­on

The Watch­er of the north:

To a strange sweet harp of Zi­on

The star­ry host sweeps forth.

There beams above a man­ger

The child-face of a star;

Amid the stars a strang­er

It beams ab­ove a man­ger

What means this eth­er-rang­er

To pause where poor folk are?

There beams above a man­ger

The child-face of a star.