In the days of Herod the king…there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem, saying, Matthew 2:1–2
Where is He that is born king of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the east, and are come to worship Him.
A star appeared, and peaceful threw
Around its holy ray;
It caught the faithful Magi’s view,
And led the wondrous way,
From far famed Persia’s smiling bowers,
Fair land of beauty, fruits and flowers.
Each heart throughout the gazing throng
What anxious gladness fills,
While slowly moved that star along
O’er Judah’s sacred hills,
And softly fixed its mellow light
On distant Bethlehem’s joyful night!
There, unknown to the rich and great,
Or perfumed halls of state,
Where shining golden lamps so bright
Scoff at the silent night,
Hear music’s notes, so holy, sweet,
They rise and fall ’mid joy complete.
The Prince of Peace, so young, so fair,
In lowly state He slept;
While near, with kind parental care,
The mother’s watch was kept.
Let sweetest harp of Judah rise,
And Gentile hymns climb to the skies!