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 with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide with thy perfect light

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain

Gold I bring to crown him again

King for ever, ceasing never over us all to reign. .....

Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh

Pray'are and praising, all men raising

Worship him, God most high, oh.....

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of

Gathering gloom

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone cold tomb

(all Glorious now behold him arise, king and God and sacrifice

Alleluia, alleluia, heaven to earth replies...