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 Night
Star with Royal Beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect Light

Born a King on Bethlehem plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King for ever
Ceasing never
Over us all to reign

Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising
All men raising
Worship Him 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
Heav'n sings Hallelujah
Hallelujah the earth replies