The Three Kings

Three Kings from Persian lands afar

To Jordan follow the pointing star

And this the quest of the travelers three

Where the new-born King of the Jews may be

Full royal gifts they bear for the King

Gold, incense, myrrh are their offering

The star shines out with a steadfast ray

The kings to Bethlehem make their way

And there in worship they bend the knee

As Mary's child in her lap they see

Their royal gifts they show to the King

Gold, incense, myrrh are their offering

Thou Child of man, lo, to Bethlehem

The Kings are traveling, travel with them

The star of mercy, the star of grace

Shall lead thy heart to its resting place

Gold, incense, myrrh thou canst not bring

Offer thy heart to the infant King

Offer thy heart