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 light

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 reign


Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, voices raising

Worshiping God on high

Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume

Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing sighing bleeding dying
Sealed in the stone cold tomb


Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and sacrifice

Alleluia, Alleluia
Sounds through the earth and skies