Saw you never in the twilight

when the sun had left the skies

up in heav’n the clear stars shining

though the gloom like silver eyes?

So of old the wise men, watching

saw a little stranger star

and they knew the King was given

and they followed it from far

Heard you never of the story

how they crossed the desert wild?

Journeyed on by plain and mountain

till they found the Holy Child?

How they opened all their treasure

kneeling to that infant King

gave the gold and fragrant incense

gave the myrrh in offering?

Know ye not that lowly baby

was the bright and morning star?

He who came to light the Gentiles

and the darkened isles afar?

And we, too, may seek his cradle

there our hearts’ best treasures bring

love, and faith, and true devotion

for our Savior, God, and King