1 PROM the eastern mountains, T Pressing on, they come, To His humble home; Hasting from afar, Guided by a star. Ere the worlds begun, Every heart of man. Once hast lowly lain, O'er all kingdoms reign, Who in lands afar Ne'er have seen the brightness Of Thy guiding star. 3 Gather in the outcasts, All who've gone astray; Guide them on their way. Those who've wandered far, Of Thy guiding star. 4 Until every nation, Whether bond or free, Jesus, follows Thee To that heavenly home, Godfrey Thring, 1873 1 AS S with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold, As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright, So, most gracious God, may we Evermore be led to Thee. 3 As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare, 2 As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed, 4 Holy Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way; William C. Dix, 1866 1 DRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ! Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall; Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. Odors of Edom and offerings divine, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? Vainly with gifts would His favor secure; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ! Reginald Heber, 1811 MARGARET Irregular Timothy R. Matthews, 1876 Thou didst leave Thy throne, And Thy king-ly crown When Thou camest to earth for me, But in Bethlehem's home Was there found no room For Thy ho - ly na- tiv i come to my heart, Lord Je - sus, There is room in my heart for d ty: Thee. A-men. O Thou Son of God, O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, 1 THOU didst leave Thy throne, And Thy kingly crown When Thou camest to earth for me, But in Bethlehem's home Was there found no room For Thy holy nativity: O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, There is room in my heart for Thee. 2 Heaven's arches rang When the angels sang, Proclaiming Thy royal degree; But of lowly birth Cam'st Thou, Lord, on earth, And in great humility: O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, There is room in my heart for Thee. 4 Thou camest, O Lord, With the living word But with mocking scorn, And with crown of thorn, O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, 3 The foxes found rest, And the bird its nest, But Thy couch was the sod, 5 When heaven's arches shall ring, And her choir shall sing, Let Thy voice call me home, Saying, "Yet there is room, And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, Emily E. S. Elliott, 1864 |