Angel down from heaven came
To Mary in the night,
Asked would she consent to be The mother of the Light.
‘My womb to Him be home,’ she said,
‘May He lie quietly there,
My Baby nest beneath my breast,
The Gift beyond compare.
’ Though You come in very smallness,
Great the gifts You bring,
Summer hid in Winter,
Autumn hid in Spring.
Light become a Child,
Self-empty through and through,
Very God come down,
This is what You do.
Wise men brought three gifts for You,
Gold, myrrh and frankincense,
But You bring greater gifts for us,
More precious and immense.
The first gift that You bring is Faith,
All fortressed hearts to win,
Your meek and lowly manner makes
Our trust in You begin.
The second gift You bring is Hope
All hindered hearts to grow
As You to mighty manhood sprang
From helpless embryo.
The third gift that You bring is
Love All wintered hearts to thaw,
You are very God come down,
Ice replaced with awe.
three wise men and they lived in the East,
They looked at the skies every night,
To study the stars was their kind of feast.
They searched in the dark for the light.
They knew the black canvas above them,
They numbered its diamond dust,
But they wondered if anyone loved them
Or did all things unfold as they must.
out the paths of the stars on their charts
And they thought that their lives had to follow,
The tyranny of stars had broken their hearts
And left them within feeling hollow.
They thought that the stars controlled them
And chained every man to his fate.
Of freedom no one had told them
And it seemed to be almost too late.
night they saw a new sign in the dark
– A child who was born to be king –
The hearts of all three they soared like a lark
And the hope in their souls made them sing.
They gathered some gifts that were fit for a king,
Frankincense, gold and myrrh.
The star went before them to bring them
And stopped where He was – they were here.
They took out their gifts and they knelt on the ground
And then they looked into His eyes,
Then they knew for certain at last they had found
The One who had laid out the skies.
They laughed and they wept and they worshipped
With a freedom so new and so wild,
And they wondered how it could have happened
That the Lord of the Stars was a child.