As it moved with the midnight they moved too;

And cared not whither it led, nor knew,

And just at the dawn in the twilight shade

They came to the stable, and, unafraid,

Saw the Blessed Babe in the manger laid

We have followed the Star a whole long year,

And watched its beckon, now faint, now clear,

And it now stands still as we draw anear

And just as the wise men did of old,

In the hush of the winter dawning cold,

We come to the stable, and we behold

And just as the wise men deemed it meet

To offer him gold and perfumes sweet,

We would lay our gifts at his holy feet,—

O Babe, once laid in the ox’s bed,

With never a pillow for thy head,

Now throned in the highest heavens instead,

Because we have known and have loved thy star,

And have followed it long and followed it far,

From the land where the shadows and darkness are,

Accept the gifts that we dare to bring,

Though worthless and poor the offering,

And help our souls to rise and to sing