1 We three kings of Orient are; bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.
Oh, 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, gladly raising, worshipping God Most High.
4 Myrrh is min, its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
5 Glorious now behold him arise, King and God and Sacrifice;
Heav'n sings alleluia: alleluia the earth replies.