Those men were filled with marvel
When from the East, they didst travel
All routes led to one place
Just to see one face
And when it was dawn
They saw Jesus, the king newly born!

When I recall his agony
In the garden by Petr's company
For the sake of my sin
He took up the cross
He cared for me to win
And dared his life's loss
As this sorrowful song I sing
I think of Jesus, the suffering king

Alas! It is written in the books
About the trumpets, sickles, and hooks
The day the Lord will return
Titled as the son of Man
And when it says, 'judgment I will bring'
I think of Jesus, the judging king

Now I stand here alone
All my friends are gone
I'm lost for comfort
And all good feelings depart
But it's like the return of spring
When I remember Jesus, the loving king.