The kings they came from out the south,All dressed in ermine fine, They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,And gifts of precious wine.
The shepherds1 came from out the north,Their coats were brown and old, They brought Him little new-born lambs They had not any gold.
The wise-men came from out the east,And they were wrapped in white； The star that led them all the wayDid glorify2 the night. The angels came from heaven high,And they were clad with wings； And lo, they brought a joyful3 songThe host of heaven sings.
The kings they knocked upon the door,The wise-men entered in, The shepherds followed after themTo hear the song begin.
And Mary held the little childAnd sat upon the ground； She looked up, she looked down,She looked all around.
The angels sang thro' all the nightUntil the rising sun, But little Jesus fell asleepBefore the song was done.
