| We three kings of orient are |
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Bearing gifts we traverse afar |
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Field and fountain, moor and mountain |
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O... star of wonder, star of night |
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Star with royal beauty bright |
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Westward leading, still proceeding |
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guide us to thy perfect light |
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Born a king on bethlehem's plain |
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Gold i bring to crown him again |
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King forever, ceasing never |
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Frankincense to offer have i |
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Incense owns a deity nigh |
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Prayer and praising, all men raising |
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Worship him, god most high |
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Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume |
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Breathes a life of gathering gloom |
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Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying |
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Sealed in the stone-cold tomb |
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Glourious now behold him arise |
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King and god and sacrifice |
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Peals through the earth and skies |
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