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’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,
Worship Him, God Most 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,
Heaven Sings, ‘Alleluia!’
‘Alleluia!’ The Earth Replies.