O'er the Hill and O'er the Vale

O'er the hill and o'er the vale,

Come three kings together,

Caring nought for snow and hail,

Cold and wind and weather;

Now on Persia's sandy plains,

Now where Tigris swells with rains,

They their camels tether;

Now through Syrian lands they go,

Now through Moab, faint and slow,

Now o'er Edom's heather.

O'er the hill and o'er the vale,

Each king bears a present;

Wise men go a Child to hail,

Monarchs seek a peasant:

And a star in front proceeds,

Over rocks and rivers leads,

Shines with beams incessant:

Therefore onward, onward still!

Ford the stream and climb the hill:

Love makes all things pleasant.

He is God ye go to meet:

Therefore incense proffer:

He is King ye go to greet;

Gold is in your coffer.

Also Man, He comes to share

Ev'ry woe that man can bear;

Tempter, railer, scoffer:

Therefore now, against the day

In the grave when Him they lay,

Myrrh ye also offer.