As with gladness, men of oldDid the guiding star beholdAs with joy they hailed its lightLeading onward, beaming brightSo, most glorious Lord, may weEvermore be led to Thee.As with joyful steps they spedTo that lowly manger bedThere to bend the knee beforeHim Whom heaven and earth adore;So may we with willing feetEver seek Thy mercy seat.As they offered gifts most rareAt that manger rude and bare;So may we with holy joy,Pure and free from sin’s alloy,All our costliest treasures bring,Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.Holy Jesus, every dayKeep us in the narrow way;And, when earthly things are past,Bring our ransomed souls at lastWhere they need no star to guide,Where no clouds Thy glory hide