The Three Kings

Kings of wondrous royalty,

Proud with wisdom and of might,

Decked in purple majesty,

Watching stars in silver light.

Glorious the sign arose,

Brilliant star in bitter night.

The kings, they start, for each one knows

The world is shaken at the sight.

They traverse through lonely wild

To king of evil, murderous hand,

And then to baby meek and mild

Come to save all in the land.

With sheep and ox he finds his rest,

A humble cradle for mighty Lord.

But in this babe the world is blest,

And through Him life will be restored.

The kings they knelt with crowns held low,

Their wealth and greatness swiftly bowed

Before the King of Kings, below

The hand that humbles strong and proud.

Gold they brought for royal birth:

The heir of David, Messiah, born

To reign as Lord o'er all the earth,

Glorified through crown of thorn

Frankincense, the temple's scent,

An offering for the Holy One,

As Christ the priest doth represent

Man to God as begotten Son.

Myrrh yet warns of coming tomb:

The baby's fate, for all to die

To take on mankind's sinful doom

Yet rise again and ascend on high.