OUT OF THE EAST
Text:  Harry Noble


Out of the east there came riding, riding,
	three of the wisest of men.
Dust was their enemy, blinding, blinding
	even the wisest of them.
Wandering shepherds would tell their story, told in the flickering
	firelight, candlelight, everbright Christmas night.
Out of the west there was shining, shining,
	blazing, a star in the dawn.
Reverent wise men beheld it, saying,
	"This night a Savior is born."

Into the west they went riding, riding,
	following after the star--
Over a quiet town shining, shining,
	lighting their way from afar.
Under its glory sat mother Mary, tenderly singing her
	lullaby, "Hush-a-by, don't you cry" lullaby.
Into the stable came riding, riding
	three of the wisest of men.
Gifts did they bring for that Babe in manger,
	gifts for the Savior of men.

Lo, in a manger they found Him, found Him
	bathed in the light of yon star.
Gold they did bring Him, and frankincense, and
	myrrh from a land that was far.
Shepherds crept in singing praises, praises; angels kept watch to be
	near to Him, dear to Him, one with Him, praising Him.
Into the east they went riding, riding,
	three of the wisest of men.
Found was the Babe, in a lowly manger.
	Crowned was the Savior of men.