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 through this perfect night.

Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising, all are raising,
Worship God most high.

O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us through this perfect night.

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.

O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us through this perfect night.

Born a babe on Bethlehem’s plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again,
Love forever, ceasing never,
In our hearts to reign.

O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us through this perfect night.