Verse 1

We three kings of orient are
Bearing gifts, we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
following yonder star

chorus

O – o,
Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
guide us to thy perfect light

Verse 2

Born a king on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown hHim again
King forever, ceasing never
over us all to reign

Verse 3

Frankinsence to offer have I.
Incense owns a deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all men raising
Worship him: God most high.

Verse 4

Mhyrr is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
sealed in a stone-cold tomb

Verse 5

Glorious now behold him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, alleluia
earth to the heavens replies.