We Three Kings

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 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.

Frankincense to of­fer have I;

Incense owns a de­ity nigh;

Prayer and prais­ing

voic­es rais­ing

Worshiping God on high.

Myrrh is mine

its bit­ter per­fume

Breathes a life of ga­ther­ing gloom;

Sorrowing

sigh­ing

bleed­ing

dy­ing

Sealed in the stone cold tomb.

Glorious now beh­old Him arise;

King and God and sac­ri­fice;

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia

Sounds through the earth and skies.