To Bethlehem town in the long ago
Three Kings of the East came riding;
Over the plains where the hot sands glow,
And over the mountains deep in snow,
Seeking the King in the manger low—
Three Kings of the East ariding.

To the inn they came, to the common room,
And they bowed them low before Him;
And spices and gold and rare perfume
They piled at His feet in the gathering gloom,
But the Christ-child's eyes lit up the room,
As He smiled at the gray heads o'er Him.

Then into the night to their lands afar,
The bells on their camels ringing,
They took their way where the wide plains are;
But gone from the sky was the Christmas star,
And strangely gone were the fears that mar,
While peace in their hearts was singing.

And ever as dawns the Christmas day,
The worn old world goes faring,
Seeking the place where the young Child lay,
Where the Kings of the East bowed low to pray,
And peace was born to abide alway,
In hearts that were long despairing.

To Bethlehem town in the long ago
Three Kings of the East came riding;
Over the plains where the hot sands glow,
And over the mountains deep in snow,
Seeking the King in the manger low—
Three Kings of the East ariding.

To the inn they came, to the common room,
And they bowed them low before Him;
And spices and gold and rare perfume
They piled at His feet in the gathering gloom,
But the Christ-child's eyes lit up the room,
As He smiled at the gray heads o'er Him.

Then into the night to their lands afar,
The bells on their camels ringing,
They took their way where the wide plains are;
But gone from the sky was the Christmas star,
And strangely gone were the fears that mar,
While peace in their hearts was singing.

And ever as dawns the Christmas day,
The worn old world goes faring,
Seeking the place where the young Child lay,
Where the Kings of the East bowed low to pray,
And peace was born to abide alway,
In hearts that were long despairing.