There's a beautiful legend

That's never been told

It may have been known

To the Wise Men of old

How three little children

Came early at dawn

With hearts that were sad

To where Jesus was born

One could not see

One was too lame to play

While the other, a mute

Not a word could he say

Yet, led by his star,

They came there to peep

At the little Lord Jesus

With eyes closed in sleep

But how could the Christ Child

So lovely and fair

Not waken and smile

When he heard their glad prayer

Of hope at his coming

Of faith in his birth

Of praise at his bringing

God's peace to the earth

And, then, as the light

Softly came through the door

The lad that was lame

Stood upright once more.

The boy that was mute

Started sweetly to sing,

While the child that was blind,

Looked with joy on the King!