We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain

Following yonder star

Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty brigh

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect Light

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain

Gold I bring to crown Him again

King forever, ceasing never

Over us all to reign again

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

Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect Light

Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume

Breaths a life of gathering gloom

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect Light