Classic Poem

When in the crib, so weak and small,
The Saviour lay, there came the Wise
To worship Him, the Lord of all,
Whose star they saw in other skies.
Thy glory drew the wise from far;
Thy messenger a shining star

When Jesus came to be baptised
The Spirit hovered as a dove;
And those who saw were yet surprised
To hear the Father's voice above,
Commending the eternal Son,
The well-beloved, O blessed One

At Cana , in the holy land,
The bridegroom and his guests recline;
And, at the Saviour's mere command,
The water vessels pour with wine.
They wondered, Lord; but blest are they
Who do whatever Thou shalt say.

Oh, grant us to be truly wise;
To seek the things that are above;
To look to Thee with humble eyes,
Thy word to heed, and Thee to love.
And guide us to the place, O Lord,
Where Thou art evermore adored.