The Magi Came from Lands Afar

The Ma­gi came from lands afar

Led by the guid­ance of a star

They jour­neyed on to Beth­le­hem

To seek the Sav­ior

born for them.

And there in hum­ble cot­tage-home

Unto the heav­en­ly Child they come;

And low be­fore Him bend the knee

In love and deep hu­mil­ity.

Nor do they come with emp­ty hands—

They bring the trea­sure of their lands;

Their cost­li­est gifts they of­fer thence

Of gold and myrrh and frank­in­cense.

They sought the Light

in dark­ness drear

And lo

the morn broke full and clear;

The ve­ry Light of Light they see

Though hid­den in ob­scur­ity.

Jesus

our guid­ing star

be nigh

Throughout our life

and when we die

To lead us safe­ly in the way

Which ends at last in per­fect day!