The Eastern Sages Sought Their Lord

The east­ern sages sought their Lord

While lov­ing arms His form could fold;

And

free­ly as their hearts ad­ored

Gave myrrh and frank­in­cense and gold.

They knew the pro­mised in­fant King

Though mean His dwell­ing

and con­fessed;

Nor would they oth­er trib­ute bring

Than sweet­est

cost­li­est

and best.

And shall not we the Sav­ior own

And of­fer gifts

when in the sky

He sits on His eter­nal throne

And rules in glo­ri­ous ma­jes­ty?

O Lord our God

Thy grace im­part;

And teach us al­ways to pre­sent

With will­ing hands and grate­ful heart

The best Thou boun­te­ous love hath lent.