O Chief of Cities Bethlehem

1. O chief of ci- ties, Beth- le- hem, Of Da- vid's crown the fair- est gem, But more to us than Da- vid's name, In you, as man, the Sa- vior came.

2. Be- yond the sun in splen- dor bright, A- bove you stands a won- drous light Pro- claim- ing from the con- scious skies That here, in flesh, the God- head lies.

3. The wise men, see- ing Him so fair, Bow low be- fore Him, and with prayer Their trea- sured east- ern gifts un- fold Of in- cense, myrrh, and ro- yal gold.

4. The gold- en tri- bute owns Him King, But frank- in- cense to God they bring, And last, pro- phe- tic sign, with myrrh, They sha- dow forth His se- pul- cher.

5. O Je- sus, whom the Gen- tiles see, With Fa- ther, Spi- rit, One in Three: To You, O God, be glo- ry giv'n By saints on earth and saints in Heav'n.