As with gladness men of old
Did the guiding star behold
As with joy they hailed its light
Leading onward, beaming bright
So, most gracious God, may we
Evermore be led by Thee
As with joyful steps they sped
Saviour, to Thy lowly bed
There to bend the knee before
Thee whom heaven and earth adore
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek Thy mercy-seat
As they offered gifts most rare
At Thy cradle rude and bare
So may we with holy joy
Pure, and free from sin's alloy
All our costliest treasures bring
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King
| |
Holy Jesus, every day
Keep us in the narrow way;
And, when earthly things are past
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide
Where no clouds Thy glory hide
In the heavenly country bright
Need they no created light
Thou its light, its joy, its crown
Thou its sun, which goes not down
There forever may we sing
Hallelujahs to our King
|
