Touching Grace, We Princes Three Lyrics

1. Touching grace, we Princes three
Firstlings of the Gentiles be:
Pledge hereby of mercy free
For the heathen ye may see.

2. We beheld a star full bright,
Sign of Christ, the very Light:
Fared we hither, day and night,
Unto God our troth to plight.

3. Triple gifts in hand have we,
Worthy a Babe of high degree:
Yonder Child on Mary's knee
Ruleth heaven, and earth, and sea.

4. Gold our comely King doth show,
Incense, Priest for evermo;
But the gift of myrrh thereto
Bodeth death of bitter woe.

5. Bright of yonder sky the ray;
We, with you, good kings, to-day
Tune the lute and raise the lay,
Homage to this Babe to pay.