We Three Kings Of Orient Are

We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
field and fountain, moor and mountain,
following yonder star.

Chorus:
O star of wonder, star of light,
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.

Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Pray'r and praising, voices raising,
worshipping God on high.

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrow'ng, sighing, bleeding, dying,
sealed in the stone cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise;
King and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia, alleluia,
sounds through the earth and skies.