We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are
 Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
 Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
 Following yonder star.
 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.
 O, star of wonder, star of night,
 Star with 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 on high.
 O, star of wonder, star of night,
 Star with royal beauty bright,
 Westward leading, still proceeding,
 Guide us to thy perfect light.
 Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume
 Breaths a life of gathering gloom.
 Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
 Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.
 O, star of wonder, star of night,
 Star with royal beauty bright,
 Westward leading, still proceeding,
 Guide us to thy perfect light.
 Glorious now behold Him arise,
 King and God and Sacrifice.
 Heav'n sings alleluia!
 Alleluia, earth replies.
 O, star of wonder, star of night,
 Star with royal beauty bright,
 Westward leading, still proceeding,
 Guide us to thy perfect light.