1. 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.

  2. Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain,
    Gold I bring to crown Him again,
    King forever, ceasing never
    Over us all to reign.

  3. Frankincense to offer have I;
    Incense owns a Deity nigh;
    Prayer and praising all men raising,
    Worship Him, God on high.

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

  5. Glorious now behold Him arise,
    King and God and sacrifice;
    Alleluia, Alleluia!
    Sounds through the earth and skies.