Saw you ne­ver, in the twi­light,
When the sun had left the skies,
Up in Heav’n the clear stars shin­ing
Through the gloom, like sil­ver eyes?
So of old the wise men, watch­ing,
Saw a lit­tle stran­ger star,
And they knew the King was giv­en,
And they fol­lowed it from afar.

Heard you ne­ver of the story
How they crossed the des­ert wild,
Journeyed on by plain and mount­ain,
Till they found the ho­ly Child?
How they op­ened all their trea­sure,
Kneeling to that infant King;
Gave the gold and frag­rant in­cense,
Gave the myrrh in of­fer­ing?

Know ye not that low­ly Baby
Was the bright and morn­ing star?
He who came to light the Gen­tiles,
And the dark­ened isles afar?
And we, too, may seek His cra­dle;
There our hearts’ best trea­sures bring;
Love, and faith, and true de­vo­tion
For our Sav­ior, God and king.