1 We three kings of Orient are,
bearing gifts we traverse afar
field and fountain, moor and mountain,
following yonder star.

[Refrain (after 1 & 5 only)]
O star of wonder, star of night,
star with royal beauty bright,
westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect light.

2 Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain,
gold I bring to crown him again
King forever, ceasing never,
over us all to reign.

3 Frankincense to offer have I,
incense owns a Deity nigh;
prayer and praising, gladly raising,
worshiping God on high.

4 Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
breathes a life of gathering gloom,
sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

5 Glorious now behold him arise,
Christ and God and sacrifice:
alleluia, alleluia,
sounds through the earth and skies. (Refrain)