Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,

Here come the wise men from Orient land.

The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;

In all our trials born to be our friend.

He knows our need; 

to our weakness is no stranger,

Behold your King! 

Before Him lowly bend.

Behold your King, Behold - 

He is the King!