There's a beautiful star, a beautiful star,
That weary trav'lers have followed afar;
Shining so brightly all the way,
Till it stood o'er the place where the young Child lay.
Star, star, beautiful star!
Pilgrims weary we are;
To Jesus, to Jesus, We follow thee from afar.
In the land of East, in the shadows of night,
We saw the glory of thy new light;
Telling to us, in our distant home,
The Lord, our Redeemer to earth had come!
We have gold for tribute and gifts for prayer,
Sweet incense, myrrh, and spices rare:
All that we have we hither bring,
To lay it with joy at the feet of the King.
A-men