We Three Kings of Orient Are

I
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. 

II
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain,
gold I bring to crown him again, 
King forever, ceasing never, 
over us all to reign.

O star of wonder, star of light, 
star with royal beauty bright, 
westward leading, still proceeding, 
guide us to thy perfect light. 

III
Frankincense to offer have I;
incense owns a Deity nigh; 
prayer and praising, voices raising, 
worshiping God on high.

O star of wonder, star of light, 
star with royal beauty bright, 
westward leading, still proceeding, 
guide us to thy perfect light. 

IV
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
breathes a life of gathering gloom; 
sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, 
sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

O star of wonder, star of light, 
star with royal beauty bright, 
westward leading, still proceeding, 
guide us to thy perfect light. 

V
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.