We Three Kings Of Orient Are

We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star. [Chorus] O star of wonder, star of night, 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. [Chorus] Frankincense to offer have I, Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising, all men raising, Worship Him, God on high. [Chorus] Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. [Chorus] Glorious now behold Him arise: King and God and Sacrifice; Alleluia, Alleluia! Earth to heaven replies. [Chorus]