The Magi

WHAT CHILD IS THIS
(Dix/Trad. Eng. melody)

What Child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While Shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing!
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come, peasant, king, to own Him;
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing!
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the Son of Mary.


WE THREE KINGS OF ORIENT ARE
(J. H. Hopkins, Jr.)

We three kings of orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar--
Field and fountain, moor and mountain--
Following yonder star.

O star of wonder, star of night!
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to that perfect Light.

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain;
Gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.

O star of wonder, star of night!
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to that perfect Light.

Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all men raising,
Worship Him, God on high.

O star of wonder, star of night!
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to that perfect Light.

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorr'wing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

O star of wonder, star of night!
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to that perfect Light.

Glorious now behold Him arise!
King and God and sacrifice!
Alleluia, alleluia,
Earth to heav'n replies!

O star of wonder, star of night!
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to that perfect Light.