We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh star of wonder, star of night Star of 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 rein Oh 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 Oh star of wonder, star of night Star of royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Myrrh is mine, a bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, breathing, dying Sealed in the stone cold tomb Oh, oh, oh, star of wonder, star of night Star of royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Guide us to Thy perfect light Guide us to Thy perfect light