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This great day, I met upon the way
The kings of east as they came riding proudly,
This great day, I met upon the way
The kings of east in all their fine array.
The gifts of gold, frankiscense and myrrh,
Were guarded close by a band of sturdy warriors,
Their swords, their shields, and their bucklers bright
Agleam and sparkling in the morning light.
Kings all three, such splendid men must be,
For each is brilliant as a golden sunrise,
Kings all three, such splendid men must be,
Who on white stallions ride, a King to see.
They all obey him who leads by day,
But every night by a star they have been guided;
They all obey him who leads by day,
His long white beard is seen from far away.
Ah, now I hear the sound of music clear,
A page is singing with a voice of silver,
Now I hear the sound of music clear,
Such singing never heard I far or near.
Oh, tell me why, in a stable nigh,
They stoop so low to a baby in a manger,
Tell me why, in a stable nigh,
They worship Him who on a cross will die.
This great day, I met upon the way
The kings of east as they came riding proudly,
This great day, I met upon the way
The kings of east in all their fine array.
Oh, tell me why, in a stable nigh,
They stoop so low to a baby in a manger,
Tell me why, in a stable nigh,
They worship Him who on a cross will die.
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