March of the Kings

One fair day, I met the grand array Of three great kings upon a journey going. One fair day, I met the grand array Of three great kings upon their mighty way. The jewels bright in the morning light With shields all shining and banners proudly blowing, The jewels bright in the morning light, The kings' procession was a noble sight. Drums beat-beat; to pipers piping sweet, As on they marched in oriental splendor. Drums beat-beat; to pipers piping sweet, As on they marched across the village street. But I could see what humility, The kings had brought to their pilgrimages tender, But I could see the humility, Upon the kingly faces of the three. Guided by a star in heaven high, The royal caravan went ever-wending. Guided by a star in heaven high, The Magi watched the ever-glowing sky. Until for them, like a heavenly gem, The star stood still on a place of journey's ending; Until for them, like a diadem, The starlight crowned the crib at Bethlehem. In they filed, with manner meek and mild, And fell upon their knees in joy adoring, Oh they smiled, with love and joy beguiled, To see the mother and the holy child. Now treasures bring to the God and King, Of gold and myrrh, and the incense ever-soaring; The bells they ring and the hymns they sing, And praise the Lord with prayer and worshiping. One fair day, I met the grand array, Of three great kings upon a journey going; One fair day, I met the grand array, Of three great kings upon their mighty way. The jewels bright in the morning light, With shields all shining, and banners proudly blowing; The jewels bright in the morning light, The kings' procession was a noble, Oh it was a noble, Oh it was a noble sight!