We Three Kings

We three kings of orient are,?
Bearing gifts we travel 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 your 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.

Frankincense to offer have I –?
Incense tells of deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all are raising:?
Worship Him – God most high!

Myrrh is mine – its bitter perfume?
Breathes a life of gathering gloom:?
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,?
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise –?
King and God and sacrifice!?
Heaven sings ‘Alleluia!’ –?
‘Alleluia!’ the earth replies.

Lyrics: Public Domain