1 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 Lord, may we
Evermore your splendor see.

2 As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger bed,
There to bend the knee before
Christ whom heav'n and earth adore;
So may we with hurried pace
Run to seek your throne of grace.

3 As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger crude and bare;
So may we this holy day,
Drawn to you without delay,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to you, our heav'nly king.

4 Christ Redeemer, with us stay,
Help us live your holy way;
And when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds your glory hide.

5 In the heav'nly city bright
None shall need created light;
You, its light, its joy, its crown,
You, its sun which goes not down;
There forever may we sing
Alleluias to our king.