Wise men seeking Jesus
Traveled from afar,
Guided on their journey
By a beauteous star.
But if we desire Him,
He is close at hand;
For our native country
Is our Holy Land.

Prayerful souls may find Him
By our quiet lakes,
Meet Him on our hillsides
Where the morning breaks.
In our fertile cornfields,
While the sheaves are bound,
In our busy markets
Jesus may be found.

Every peaceful village
In our land might be,
Made by Jesus’ presence
Like sweet Bethany.
He is more than near us,
If we love Him well;
For He seeketh ever
In our hearts to dwell.

Barnes East,- 1860-1937