We three kings of orient are

We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, morr and mountain, Following yonder Star.
*O, star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to the perfect light.

Born a babe (king) on Bethlehem’s plain; Gold we bring to crown Him again;
King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign.*

Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God on High.*

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Seal’d in the stone-cold tomb.*