1 The heav’ns declare Thy glory, Lord,
Thy love is written in Thy Word;
And we behold Thy blessèd face
In works of power, and words of grace;
We see Thee, Lord, whene’er we look
In nature, and in Scripture’s book.
2 Thy own prophetic Word of old
Thy future birthplace had foretold;
That Word’s fulfillment now is grav’n
In spangled pages in the heav’ns;
The star proclaims of David’s stem
The King newborn at Bethlehem.
3 The Gentile sages from afar,
Traversing paths lit by a star,
To Judah come; the heav’nly ray
Of prophecy then points the way;
They see the star again appear;
How great their joy! for Thou art here!
4 Not staggered by Thy low estate—
To sense how low, to faith, how great!
Myrrh, frankincense, and gold they bring
To Thee as man, as Lord, and King;
To Thee they open all their store,
And in the Child their God adore.
5 Lord, make us keen of eye to heed
All lights, by which Thou wouldst us lead;
Help us to toil o’er plain and hill,
In glad obedience to Thy will;
To see by faith and humbly fall,
And give to Thee, who givest all.
6 Thou first to Gentiles wast displayed
An infant in a cradle laid;
But all shall see Thee on Thy Throne,
And Thee their judge and king shall own;
All kings before Thee shall fall low,
And every knee to Jesus bow.
7 Lord, may the isles Thy law receive,
And they, who know Thee not, believe;
Arise, and on the nations shine;
Thy preachers fill with grace divine;
That all the world at length may see
The light of Thine epiphany.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16067