There came three kings from far away,
Led by a star’s most lus­trous ray,
To Christ their steps were straight­way bend,
To see the King was their in­tent.
Oh, may we tread the path­way trod,
That leads to Christ, the liv­ing God!

Now when they reached the low­ly shed,
And saw with­in the cra­dle bed,
Their eyes at once were heav’n­ward raised,
And songs of joy were then up­raised.
Oh, may we see that Babe di­vine,
And may such joy be ev­er mine!

And when they reached the man­ger stall,
Upon their knees they straight did fall,
And of­fer­ings brought of gifts most rare,
That they their hom­age might de­clare.
Oh, may our of­fer­ings ev­er be
Meet for the King of kings to see!

They brought with them most cost­ly things,
For that sweet Babe, the King of kings;
’Twas frank­in­cense, with gold and myrrh,
For priest and king and sad mar­tyr.
Oh, may we bring such of­fer­ings meet,
And lay them down at Je­sus’ feet!

Oh, sing we then voic­es clear,
Sweet ca­rols to this Babe so dear,
And sing we, too, these mon­archs three,
Who jour­neyed far this Babe to see.
Oh, may our hearts most faith­ful be,
At this our glad Epi­pha­ny!