1. 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.
2. Born a King on Bethlehem�s plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
3. Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh,
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God most high.
4. Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom,
Sorrowing sighing, bleeding; dying,
Sealed in the stonecold tomb.
5. Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, Alleluia;
Earth to the heavens replies.
