As with gladness men of old did the guiding star behold,
As with joy they hail'd its light, leading onward, beaming bright,
	So, most splendid lord, may we evermore be led to thee.
As with joyful steps they sped to that lowly manger bed
There to bend the knee before him whom Heav'n and Earth adore,
	So may we, with willing feet, ever seek thy mercy seat.
As they offered gifts most rare at that manger rude and bare,
So may we, with holy joy, pure, and free from sin’s alloy,
	All our greatest treasures bring, Christ, to thee, our heav'nly king.
Holy Jesus, every day keep us in the narrow way
And when mortal things are past bring our ransom'd selves at last
	Where they need no star to guide, where no clouds thy glory hide.
In th' immortal country bright need they no created light.
Thou its light, its joy, its crown, thou its sun which goes not down.
	There forever may we sing hallelujas to our king.