In Beth­le­hem as Je­sus born,
The Son of God Su­preme;
And wise men from the east­ward came,
Whose eyes His star had seen.
When Her­od sent them on their way,
Afar to Beth­le­hem,
A light to guide their steps aright,
That star pre­ced­ed them.

And as their long­ing eyes be­held
Its clear and gen­tle rays,
How swelled their hearts with un­told joy!
How armed their lips with praise!
If we so seek to find the way
To lov­ing Je­sus’ feet,
Faith’s guid­ing star, with gen­tle light,
Our long­ing eyes shall greet.

And we may bear our gifts of gold,
And myrrh, and frank­in­cense,
The off’rings of a con­trite heart,
That sin­ning, yet re­pents.
And He who pi­ties sin­ful man
Those gifts of love shall bear,
And place them near the Fa­ther’s throne,
To be our wit­ness there.