When from the East the Magi came,
Led by the Star of Bethlehem,
The gifts they brought to J ESUS were
Of gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.

Bright gold of Ophir, passing fine,
Proclaims a King of royal line;
For David's Son, in David's town,
Is born the heir of David's crown.

The incense-clouds, with fragrance rare,
The presence of a God declare;
Lo! kings in adoration fall,
For Mary's Son is L ORD of all.

The myrrh, with bitter taste, foreshows
A life of sorrows, wounds and woes; —
The deadly cup, that overran
With anguish for the Son of Man.

Our gold upon Thine Altar lies;
Our prayers to Thee, as incense, rise;
Accept as myrrh our tears and sighs:
O King, O God , O Sacrifice!