We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain

Following yonder star



Born a baby on Bethlehem's plain

Gold we bring to crown Him again

King forever, ceasing never

Over us all to rein



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

Pray'r 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



Heaven sings hallelujah



Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume

Breathes of 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