They gave Him their trea­sures,
Those wise men of old,
Their trea­sures of spic­es
And per­fumes and gold.
No gift they could bring
Was too cost­ly or rare
To lay at the feet
Of the In­fant so fair.

Refrain

O, have you a gift for the Sav­ior?
He asks for your trea­sures to­day;
Is aught too pre­cious to give Him?
O, say, can you an­swer Him nay?

We can not lay gifts
At His feet as did they,
But gifts we can of­fer
To Je­sus to­day;
Our help to the poor
And des­pised we can bring,
And giv­ing to them
Is a gift to our king.

Refrain

The hung­ry and thirst­ing
And sin­ful are here,
And—list to a voice
That is ten­der and clear:
The trea­sures you give
Unto these that you see,
Lo! I will ac­cept
As if giv­en to Me.

Refrain