The Kings Lyrics

Three Kings had journey'd from lands afar,
To Jordan led by a guiding star,
In David's city they ask men to tell
Where the new-born King whom they seek doth dwell.
Fine gold and myrrh and incense they bring,
An off'ring to the promised new-born King.

The guiding Star shining on before,
The Kings then led to the lowly door,
They see the Child in a manger bare,
And fall before Him in worship there.
Fine gold and myrrh and incense they bring,
An off'ring to the promised new-born King.

And still the star, shining bright and clear,
To those who seek it doth yet appear;
The star of mercy in peace will bring
The pilgrim who seeketh the Heavenly King.
And failing in incense, myrrh and gold,
Bring thou thy heart to the Saviour's fold,
Give Him thy heart.