They Gave Him Their Treasures

They gave Him their trea­sures

Those wise men of old

Their trea­sures of spic­es

And per­fumes and gold.

No gift they could bring

Was too cost­ly or rare

To lay at the feet

Of the In­fant so fair.

O

have you a gift for the Sav­ior?

He asks for your trea­sures to­day;

Is aught too pre­cious to give Him?

O

say

can you an­swer Him nay?

We can not lay gifts

At His feet as did they

But gifts we can of­fer

To Je­sus to­day;

Our help to the poor

And des­pised we can bring

And giv­ing to them

Is a gift to our king.

The hung­ry and thirst­ing

And sin­ful are here

And—list to a voice

That is ten­der and clear:

The trea­sures you give

Unto these that you see

Lo! I will ac­cept

As if giv­en to Me.