We Three Kings of Orient Are

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 night - 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 rein

Frankincense to offer have I - Incense owns a Deity nigh Pray’r and praising, all men raising - Worship Him, God most high

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