The eastern sages sought their Lord,
While loving arms His form could fold;
And, freely as their hearts adored,
Gave myrrh and frankincense and gold.
They knew the promised infant King,
Though mean His dwelling, and confessed;
Nor would they other tribute bring
Than sweetest, costliest, and best.
And shall not we the Savior own,
And offer gifts, when in the sky
He sits on His eternal throne,
And rules in glorious majesty?
O Lord our God, Thy grace impart;
And teach us always to present,
With willing hands and grateful heart,
The best Thou bounteous love hath lent.