The Magi
Illumined by the brightest star
The Magi followed from afar,
Into the lowly stable shed
The glowing star three nobles led.
They stood and stared in awe of Him
Who came to rid the world of sin,
In humble homage to the child
They bowed before the baby mild.
Rare gifts of gold and frankincense
And fragrant myrrh with sweet essence,
They bore with them into the cave
And to the Prince of Peace they gave.
No bed of royal silk was spread
To rest the infant baby’s head
But in a swaddling shawl He lay
To keep the cold night air at bay.
Between the ox and ass He slept
Within the mangers soft hay cleft,
Watched by the virgin mother proud
And Joseph, who was to her espoused.
He held the lantern up a pace
To let them see His smiling face,
And there assembled on the ground
The little lambs all gathered round.
For from the hills the shepherds came
Roused out of slumbers solemn dream,
By angel voices singing nigh,
“Glory, Glory, to God on high”.
E.R.Bailey