When the King was born, on that Christ­mas morn,
In the hum­ble Beth­l’hem town,
Over lands afar shone the Christ­mas star,
Flinging rays of glo­ry down.
There were wise men three, ov­er hill and lea,
Who be­held the pro­mised sign;
But with joy they knew its mean­ing true
Told the Christ Child’s joy di­vine.

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Led by the star,
The wise men came from their homes afar,
Seeking the Child,
Whom men and an­gels sing.

So they went their way, on that Christ­mas day,
Seeking out the new­born King,
Bearing gifts so rare for the Christ Child fair,
As the of­fer­ing they would bring.
And they came at last, with their jour­ney past,
And they knelt around His bed,
And the Christ­mas star they’d fol­lowed far
Laid a crown on ev­ery head.

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