We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain,
moor and mountain,
Following yon der star.
Oh, star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
And Melchior spoke.
Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again,
King forever,
ceasing never over us all to reign.
And Caspar spoke.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a deity nigh.
Prayer and praising,
all men raising
Worship Him, God most high.
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
and Balthasar's throne.
Myrrh is mine,
its bitter per fume 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 sacri fice.
Alleluia, alleluia,
to heav en replies.
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Amen