We Three Kings

We Three Kings of Orient are,Bearing gifts we traverse afar,Field and fountain,Moor and mountain,Following yonder star.

Refrain, after each verseO 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 plain,Gold I bring to crown Him again;King forever,Ceasing neverOver us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer have I,Incense owns a deity nigh;Prayer and praisingAll men raising,Worship Him God on high.

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfumeBreathes a life of gathering gloom;Sorrowing, sighing,Bleeding, dying,Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise,King and God, and Sacrifice;Heav'n sings Allelujah:Allelujah,The earth replies.