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 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 light 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, voices raising Worshiping God on high Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb O star of wonder, star of light Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light