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