Three Kings from Persian lands afar to Jordan follow the pointing star:
and this the quest of the travellers three, where the new-born King of the Jews may be.
Full royal gifts they bear for the King; Gold, incense, myrrh are their offering.
The star shines out with a steadfast ray; the kings to Bethlehem make their way,
and there in worship they bend the knee, as Marys child in her lap they see;
their royal gifts they show to the King; gold, incense, myrrh are their offering.
Thou child of man, lo, to Bethlehem the Kings are travelling, travel with them!
The star of mercy, the star of grace, shall lead thy heart to its resting place.
Gold, incense, myrrh thou canst not bring; offer thy heart to the infant King.
How brightly shines the morning star! With grace and truth from heaven afar
our Jesse tree now bloweth. Of Jacobs stem and Davids line,
for thee, my Bridegroom, King divine, my soul with love oerfloweth. Thy word, Jesu,
inly feeds us, rightly leads us, life bestowing. Praise, O praise such love oerflowing.