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


Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again

King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to rein


O 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 night
Pray'r and praising, all men ra"