From the Eastern Mountains

From the eastern mountains,

Pressing on, they come,

Wise men in their wisdom,

To his humble home;

Stirred by deep devotion,

Hasting from afar,

Ever journeying onward,

Guided by a star.

Light of life that shineth,

Ere the worlds began,

Draw thou near and lighten

Every heart of man.

Thou who in a manger

Once hast lowly lain,

Who dost now in glory

O'er all kingdoms reign,

Gather in the people,

Who in lands afar

Ne'er have seen the brightness

Of thy guiding star.

Gather in the outcasts,

All who've gone astray;

Throw thy radiance o'er them,

Guide them on their way;

Those who never knew thee,

Those who've wandered far,

Guide them by the brightness

Of thy guiding star.

Until every nation,

Whether bond or free,

'Neath thy starlit banner,

Jesus, follows thee

O'er the distant mountains

To that heavenly home,

Where nor sin nor sorrow

Evermore shall come.

A-men