From Out Cologne There Came Three Kings To Worship Jesus Christ, Their King. To Him They Sought Fine Herbs They Brought, And Many A Beauteous Golden Thing; They Brought Their Gifts To Bethlehem Town, And In That Manger Set Them Down. Then Spake The First King, And He Said: "O Child, Most Heavenly, Bright, And Fair! I Bring This Crown To Bethlehem Town For Thee, And Only Thee, To Wear; So Give A Heavenly Crown To Me When I Shall Come At Last To Thee!" The Second, Then. "I Bring Thee Here This Royal Robe, O Child!" He Cried; "Of Silk 'Tis Spun, And Such An One There Is Not In The World Beside; So In The Day Of Doom Requite Me With A Heavenly Robe Of White!" The Third King Gave His Gift, And Quoth: "Spikenard And Myrrh To Thee I Bring, And With These Twain Would I Most Fain Anoint The Body Of My King; So May Their Incense Sometime Rise To Plead For Me In Yonder Skies!" Thus Spake The Three Kings Of Cologne, That Gave Their Gifts, And Went Their Way; And Now Kneel I In Prayer Hard By The Cradle Of The Child To-Day; Nor Crown, Nor Robe, Nor Spice I Bring As Offering Unto Christ, My King. Yet Have I Brought A Gift The Child May Not Despise, However Small; For Here I Lay My Heart To-Day, And It Is Full Of Love To All. Take Thou The Poor But Loyal Thing, My Only Tribute, Christ, My King!