We Three Kings

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 light,
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.

Refrain

Frankincense to of­fer have I;
Incense owns a de­ity nigh;
Prayer and prais­ing, voic­es rais­ing,
Worshiping God on high.

Refrain

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

Refrain

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

O star of won­der, star of light,
Star with roy­al beau­ty bright,
Westward lead­ing, still pro­ceed­ing,
Guide us to thy per­fect light.