To Bethlehem Let Us Go

See

a star is in the air

And its light is trail­ing low

To Beth­le­hem let us hast­en

To Beth­le­hem let us go.

With gold and nard and myrrh

To Beth­le­hem let us go

To Beth­le­hem let us hast­en

To Jesus let us go.

For gold

our hearts we’ll bring

For myrrh

re­pent­ance rise

For nard

our cens­ers swing

’Neath the wings of sing­ing skies.

For the Babe who fills the skies

With harps of quiv­er­ing gold

Let our an­thems now arise

Like the pro­phets’ psalms of old.