O'er Judah's hills arose a song The choirs of heaven, singing ere the dawn And legions gathered at the manger-side Their gift an anthem to the Holy Child
No harp of gold have I to play Nor voice of angels tuned to sing His praise But with a spirit full of carols to the newborn King I bring my song to Him My gift, my offering
O'er eastern lands arose a star A shining beacon to seekers from afar And wise men followed the bright celestial guide To bring their treasures to the Holy Child
No gift have I, like those of old I set before Him the treasures of my soul And though I bear no riches worthy of the newborn King I bring my heart to Him My gift, my offering
His guiding light shines o'er us still And joyful tidings echo from the hills And I will follow to the manger-side To bring my homage to the Holy Child
No earthly wealth have I to give Nor angel anthems, but what I have is His And as I kneel before the cradle of the newborn King I bring my all to Him My song and my soul to Him