1 They leave the land of gems and gold,
The shining portals of the east
For Him, "the woman’s Seed" foretold,
They leave the revel and the feast.

Refrain:
He, he is King, and He alone,
Who lifts that infant hand to bless;
Who makes His mother’s knee His throne,
Yet rules the starry wilderness!

2 To earth their scepters they have cast,
And crowns by kings ancestral worn;
They track the lonely Syrian waste;
They kneel before the Babe new-born. [Refrain]

3 O happy eyes, that saw Him first!
O happy lips that kissed His feet!
Earth slakes at last her ancient thirst:
With Eden’s joy her pulses beat. [Refrain]