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 be led to thee.

As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger bed
There to bend the knee before
Him who Heav'n and earth adore
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek thy mercy seat.

As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger, crude and bare,
So may we with holy joy,
Pure and free from sin's alloy
All our costliest treasures bring
Christ, to thee, our heav'nly king

Holy Jesus, ev'ry day
Keep us in the narrow way,
And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last,
Where they need no star to guide
Where no clouds thy glory hide.

In the heav’nly country bright
Need they no created light;
Thou its light, its joy, its crown,
Thou its sun which goes not down,
There forever may we sing
Alleluia to our King.