We three kings

We three kings of orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
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
Frankincense to offer have i
Incense owns a deity nigh
Prayer and praising, voices raising
Worshipping 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
O star of wonder, star of light
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Glorious now behold him arise
King and god and sacrifice
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