Ye crowned kings
approach ye
With rich treasures freighted
O haste ye
your footsteps
To Bethlehem wing;
O haste and adore Him—
The Prince of all angels
Then come let us worship—
Yea
come let us worship
O come let us worship
The Christ
the King.
The true God of true God
The true Light of true Light
Lo! the rays of the Star
O’er the dim dwelling spring
Very God not created
Not made but begotten
O come let us worship
O come let us worship
O come let us worship
The Christ
the King.
The King—yea
of all kings
The high Lord of all lords
The wonderful God
Wisely counseling
The Prince everlasting
Of peace and all glory;
O come let us worship
O come let us worship
O come let us worship
The Christ
the King.
Let love bring her fine gold
Her harsh myrrh
austereness
Let longing devotion
Its frankincense bring
Let fine gold the King mark
The myrrh mark His manhood
And
with incense
the Godhead
O come let us worship
O come let us worship
The Christ
the King.
O come
let us worship
And fall down before Him
The gifts of our hands
With our hearts offering
Then hail! to the Day-star
From Heaven that appeareth;
O come let us worship
O come let us worship
O come let us worship
The Christ
the King.