We Three Kings
We three kings of orient are
Bearing gifts, we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
following yonder star
O – 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 hHim again
King forever, ceasing never
over us all to reign
Frankinsence to offer have I.
Incense owns a deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all men raising
Worship him: God most high.
Mhyrr is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
sealed in a stone-cold tomb
Glorious now behold him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
earth to the heavens replies.