When from the East the wise men came,
Led by the Star of Bethlehem,
The gifts they brought to Jesus were
Of gold and frankincense and myrrh.
Bright gold of Ophir,
Proclaims a king of royal line;
For Davidís son in Davidís town,
Is born the heir of Davidís crown.
The incense clouds, with fragrance rare,
The presence of a God declare;
Lo! kings in adoration fall,
For Maryís Son is Lord of all.
The myrrh, with bitter taste, foreshows,
A life of sorrows, wounds, and woes;
The deadly cup, that overran
With anguish for the Son of Man.
Our gold upon Thine altar lies;
Our prayers to Thee, as incense, rise;
Accept as myrrh our tears and sighs;
O King, O God, O Sacrifice.