Far from the east we come;
In these soft heav’ns above
We mark the mes­sen­ger of God,
The en­sign of His love.
No thun­der spoke; we heard
No voice from plain or height;
He kin­dled in these tran­quil skies
A gem of si­lent light.

Men of the morn­ing-land
Are we; and to the west
We turn, that we may fol­low where
Our sig­nal star shall rest.
Children of sun­rise, we
A bright­er sun­rise hail,
Before the splen­dor of whose rays
This sun of ours grows pale.

We come to seek the King;
For we have seen His star
Moving be­fore us in that blue,
And beck­on­ing us afar.
A gleam of glo­ry bright,
An an­gel sent from God,
It led us out, it led us on,
Along the shin­ing road.

Show us the God we seek,
Show us the new­born King,
That, kneel­ing at His cra­dle, we
To Him these gifts may bring.
Him King of Heav’n we call,
Him King of earth we own;
And hail the day when He shall wear
Of Heav’n and earth the crown.