We Three Kings



We three Kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star.

O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Born a King on Bethlehem plain
Gold I bring, to crown him again
King for ever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.

O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship him, God most high.

O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to thy 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 night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Glorious now, behold him arise
King, and God and sacrifice
Heaven sings alleluia
Alleluia the earth replies.

O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.