We three kings
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, morr and mountain
Following yonder Star
O, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the perfect light
Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain
Gold we bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
O, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the perfect light
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God on high
O, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the perfect light
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
O, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the perfect light
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and sacrifice
Heaven sings, "Hallelujah!"
Hallejujah!" Earth replies
O, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the perfect light