The Kings of the East Are Riding

Verse 1

The kings of the east are riding Tonight to Bethlehem; The sunset glows dividing, The kings of the east are riding, A star their journey guiding, Gleaming with gold and gem. The kings of the east are riding Tonight to Bethlehem.

Verse 2

To a strange sweet harp of Zion The starry host troops forth: The golden-glaived Orion To a strange sweet harp of Zion, The Archer and the Lion, The Watcher of the north: To a strange sweet harp of Zion The starry host sweeps forth.

Verse 3

There beams above a manger The child-face of a star; Amid the stars a stranger, It beams above a manger, What means this ether-ranger To pause where poor folk are? There beams above a manger The child-face of a star.