Here came the wise men from the orient land
Behold your King, your King, before Him lowly bend
Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
His power and glory evermore proclaim
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
O night divine, O night when Christ was born
Behold your King, before Him lowly bend
And in His name all oppression shall cease
He knows our need, to our weakness no stranger
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
O night divine, O night when Christ was born
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Let all within us praise His holy name
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
In all our trials born to be our friend
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger
Christ is the Lord, then ever, ever praise we
Truly He taught us to love one another
