Ye Crowned Kings, Approach Ye

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.