As with gladness

As with gladness men of old

Did the guiding star behold,

As with joy they hailed its light,

Leading onward, beaming bright:

So, most gracious Lord, may we

Evermore be led to Thee.

 

As with joyful steps they sped,

Saviour, to Thy lowly bed.

There to bend the knee before

Thee whom heaven and earth adore:

So may we with willing feet

Ever seek the mercy-seat.

 

As they offered gifts most rare

At Thy cradle rude and bare;

So may we with holy joy,

Pure, and free from sin’s alloy,

All our costliest treasures bring,

Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.

 

Holy Jesus, every day

Keep us in the narrow way:

And, when earthly things are past,

Bring our ransomed souls at last

Where they need no star to guide,

Where no clouds Thy glory hide.