We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Fields and fountain, moon and mountain
Following yonder starBorn a babe on Bethlehem's plain
Gold we bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reignStar of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect lightFrankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God on highStar of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect lightHeaven sings HallelujahMyrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes of life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tombStar of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light