1 Long ago, in Bethlehem’s manger,
Christ was born, the Savior King;
Angel voices shout the welcome,
Hark, the glad hosannas ring.
In the East, a star appearing,
Herald of His wondrous birth,
Shed its beams of light and glory,
O’er the sinning, sorrowing earth;
Shed its beams of light and glory,
O’er the sinning, sorrowing earth.

2 By its clear and radiant shining,
Wise men from the East were led;
"Where is He, the Heav’n born ruler?
We have seen His star," they said.
Herod’s heart was deeply troubled,
But the wise men from afar,
Found the lowly Bethlehem cradle,
Guided by the wondrous star;
Found the lowly Bethlehem cradle,
Guided by the wondrous star.

3 With no shining star to guide me,
I can find my Savior King;
He is near, and He is waiting,
Willing gifts a child may bring.
Lord of life and King of glory,
Christ a little child was born;
Tell again the Christmas story,
Bring Him gifts on Christmas morn;
Tell again the Christmas story,
Bring Him gifts on Christmas morn.