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 plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King for ever ceasing never
Over us all to reign.

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

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.

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

Glorious now behold Him arise,
God and King and Sacrifice,
Hallelujah Hallelujah,
Heaven to earth replies.

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

Guide us to thy perfect light.