Verse 1
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star
Chorus
O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy Perfect Light
Verse 2
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign
Verse 3
Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a Deity nigh Prayer and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God most high
Verse 4
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
Verse 5
Glorious now behold Him arise King and God and Sacrifice Alleluia, Alleluia Earth to heav'n replies