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 baby on Bethlehem's plain Gold we bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to rein 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 Pray'r and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God most high Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Heaven sings hallelujah Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light