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's plain,
 Gold I bring to crown Him again,
 King forever, ceasing never
 Over us all to reign.
 O star of wonder, star of night,
 Star of royal beauty bright,
 Westward leading, still proceeding,
 Guide us to thy perfect light.
 Frankincense to offer have I.
 Incense owns a Deity nigh.
 Prayer and praising all men raising,
 Worship Him, God most high.
 O star of wonder, star of night,
 Star of royal beauty bright,
 Westward leading, still proceeding,
 Guide us to thy perfect light.
 Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume
 Breathes a life of gathering gloom.
 Sorrow, sighing, bleeding, dying,
 Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.
 Glorious now behold Him arise,
 King and God and Sacrifice.
 Alleluia, alleluia!
 Earth to heav'n replies.
 O star of wonder, star of night,
 Star of royal beauty bright,
 Westward leading, still proceeding,
 Guide us to thy perfect light.
 O star of wonder, star of night,
 Star of royal beauty bright,
 Westward leading, still proceeding,
 Guiding us to thy perfect light.