- We three kings of Orient are;
 Bearing gifts we traverse afar
 Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
 Following yonder star.Refrain 
 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 reign.
- Frankincense to offer have I; 
 Incense owns a Deity nigh;
 Prayer and praising all men raising,
 Worship Him, God on high.
- Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume 
 Breathes a life of gathering gloom:
 Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
 Sealed in the stonecold tomb.
- Glorious now behold Him arise, 
 King and God and sacrifice;
 Alleluia, Alleluia!
 Sounds through the earth and skies.

 
 