The angels, filled with glory,
Announced the Holy Birth.
To shepherds in the fields
They gave hope of peace on earth.

The wise men, they were looking
For a king to come in might,
And started out to find Him
When His star shone in the night.

They felt that they should praise Him,
This king who'd come to earth,
And thus they hastened onward
Rejoicing in His birth.

We look for ways to praise Him
As wise men did of old
For they gave the tiny baby
Myrrh, frankincense, and gold.

Yet we have naught of offer
Our Savior, Lord, and King
For we are poor, not wealthy,
With no fine gifts to bring.

And yet a soft voice whispers
"But you can praise Him still,
For all that He desires
Is one who'll do His will."