There Came Three Kings from Far Away

There came three kings from far away

Led by a star’s most lus­trous ray

To Christ their steps were straight­way bend

To see the King was their in­tent.

Oh

may we tread the path­way trod

That leads to Christ

the liv­ing God!

Now when they reached the low­ly shed

And saw with­in the cra­dle bed

Their eyes at once were heav’n­ward raised

And songs of joy were then up­raised.

Oh

may we see that Babe di­vine

And may such joy be ev­er mine!

And when they reached the man­ger stall

Upon their knees they straight did fall

And of­fer­ings brought of gifts most rare

That they their hom­age might de­clare.

Oh

may our of­fer­ings ev­er be

Meet for the King of kings to see!

They brought with them most cost­ly things

For that sweet Babe

the King of kings;

’Twas frank­in­cense

with gold and myrrh

For priest and king and sad mar­tyr.

Oh

may we bring such of­fer­ings meet

And lay them down at Je­sus’ feet!

Oh

sing we then voic­es clear

Sweet car­ols to this Babe so dear

And sing we

too

these mon­archs three

Who jour­neyed far this Babe to see.

Oh

may our hearts most faith­ful be

At this our glad Epi­pha­ny!