We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever ceasing never
Over us all to reign
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
Prayer praising all men raising
Worship Him God most high
Myrrh is mine
Its bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom
Sorrow 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
Star of wonder star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Star of wonder star of night
Star of wonder star of night