Three kings
We three kings of orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse so far
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh
Pray'r and praising, all men rising,
Worship him, God most high, oh
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide with thy light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide with thy light.
We three kings of orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse so far
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 lasting eternal sacred
And holy light.