We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain

Following yonder Star

R: O, star of wonder, star of might

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to the perfect light

Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain

Gold we bring to crown Him again

King forever, ceasing never

Over us all to reign

R:

Frankincense to offer have I

Incense owns a Deity nigh

Prayer and praising, all men raising

Worship Him, God on High

R:

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume

Breathes a life of gathering gloom

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying

Seal'd in the stone-cold tomb

R:

Glorious now behold Him arise

King and God and sacrifice

Heaven sings, "Hallelujah!"

Hallejujah!" Earth replies

R: