Kings of the East are riding

The kings of the east are riding
Tonight to Bethlehem;
The sunset glows dividing,
The kings of the east are riding,
A star their journey guiding,
Gleaming with gold and gem.
The kings of the east are riding
Tonight to Bethlehem.

To a strange sweet song of zion
The starry host troops forth:
The golden glaived orion
To a strange sweet song of zion,
The archer and the lion,
The watchers of the north:
To a strange sweet song of zion
The starry host troops forth.

There beams above a manger
The child face of a star;
Amid the stars a stranger,
It beams above a manger,
What means this ether ranger
To pause where poor folk are?
There beams above a manger
The child face of a star.