He came to be The Light,
And so it was not strange
A blazing star should pencil out his path
As Heaven unfurled its glory
On the night!

Wise kings came from afar!
Could aught more fitting be
Than kneeling sovereigns to greet
The King of Kings—sweet Baby
Of their star?

With staffs, and sandal-shod,
The shepherds came to search;
Such gentle men—it was not strange that they
Should find in Bethlehem
The Lamb of God!

He came to be The Light,
And so it was not strange
A blazing star should pencil out his path
As Heaven unfurled its glory
On the night!

Wise kings came from afar!
Could aught more fitting be
Than kneeling sovereigns to greet
The King of Kings—sweet Baby
Of their star?

With staffs, and sandal-shod,
The shepherds came to search;
Such gentle men—it was not strange that they
Should find in Bethlehem
The Lamb of God!