The Wise Men

Once a star rose in the sky,
Silver star of mystery,
But the wise men, pondering, knew
What it said that they must do.

So, in that first Christmastide,
On their camels they did ride—
Rode to far Jerusalem,
Rode to farther Bethlehem;

Found the little, precious child,
On the ground before Him piled
Gold and frankincense and myrrh;
Hailed Him Royal Conqueror.

Once again, led by a Star,
Do we come from near and far,
Drawn by Love’s beloved cords,
Hail our Savior, Lord of lords.

And as holy seraphim
Veil their faces, worship Him,
Pray we now this Christmas grace—
Reverence as we seek His Face.

The Wise Men by Amy Carmichael

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