We would see Je­sus; lo! His star is shin­ing
Above the sta­ble while the an­gels sing;
There in a man­ger on the hay re­clin­ing;
Haste, let us lay our gifts be­fore the King.

We would see Je­sus, Ma­ry’s Son most ho­ly,
Light of the vill­age life from day to day;
Shining re­vealed through ev­ery task most low­ly,
The Christ of God, the life, the truth, the way.

We would see Je­sus, on the mount­ain teach­ing,
With all the list­en­ing peo­ple ga­thered round;
While birds and flow­ers and sky above are preach­ing
The blessed­ness which sim­ple trust has found.

We would see Je­sus, in His work of heal­ing,
At ev­en­tide be­fore the sun was set;
Divine and hu­man, in His deep re­veal­ing
Of God made flesh, in lov­ing ser­vice met.

We would see Je­sus, in the ear­ly morn­ing,
Still as of old He call­eth, Fol­low Me!
Let us arise, all mean­er ser­vice scorn­ing;
Lord, we are Thine, we give our­selves to Thee.