1 The best that Heav’n could bring—
First fruits, an offering free—
Was brought from far, when by the star,
The wise men came to Thee.

2 No scepter, and no throne!
The magi were amazed,
As, with surprise, on humble guise
And poverty, they gazed.

3 But there Thy God-head shone,
Despite the manger bed;
O Christ, the Lord, Incarnate Word!
’Twas there Thou laid’st Thy head.