We Three Kings

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

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

Worshiping God on high

Myrrh is mine, it's 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

Alleluia, Alleluia

Sounds through the earth and skies