Far from the east we come; In these soft heav’ns above We mark the messenger of God, The ensign of His love. No thunder spoke; we heard No voice from plain or height; He kindled in these tranquil skies A gem of silent light. Men of the morning-land Are we; and to the west We turn, that we may follow where Our signal star shall rest. Children of sunrise, we A brighter sunrise hail, Before the splendor of whose rays This sun of ours grows pale. We come to seek the King; For we have seen His star Moving before us in that blue, And beckoning us afar. A gleam of glory bright, An angel sent from God, It led us out, it led us on, Along the shining road. Show us the God we seek, Show us the newborn King, That, kneeling at His cradle, we To Him these gifts may bring. Him King of Heav’n we call, Him King of earth we own; And hail the day when He shall wear Of Heav’n and earth the crown.