Bright o’er Beth­le­hem’s low­ly man­gers,
Beamed a new and lus­trous star,
Guiding by its light the stran­gers
From their Ori­ent land afar;
Where be­neath its sil­ver shin­ing
Lay a fair and won­drous child,
God and man in one com­bin­ing,
Born of vir­gin un­de­filed.

Then, the mid­night si­lence break­ing,
Sages from a dist­ant land
Came, their hum­ble hom­age mak­ing,
Priceless of­fer­ings in their hand
To the King of earth and Hea­ven,
To that fair and ho­ly Child,
Man’s aton­ing Sav­ior giv­en,
Born of vir­gin un­de­filed.

Gold they of­fer, rich in splen­dor,
Fitting trib­ute of a king;
Frankincense they hum­bly ren­der
To their God, whom an­gels sing;
But of all their gifts un­dy­ing
Myrrh sheds forth a sweet per­fume,
For it tells of Je­sus ly­ing
Silent in His rock-bound tomb.

Lord, we haste to Beth­le­hem going
With our gold of fer­vent love;
Offer myrrh, re­pent­ance show­ing;
Incense bear to God above;
Who, be­neath the star’s soft shin­ing,
Cradled lay, a hea­ven­ly child,
God and man in one com­bin­ing,
Born of vir­gin un­de­filed.