We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we travel afar
Field and fountain,
Moon 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 King on Bethlehem plain,
Gold I bring, to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign;
O Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.
Frankincense for Jesus have I,
God on earth yet Priest on high;
Prayer and praising, All men raising, Worship is earth's reply
O Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Tells of His death and Calvary's gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in a stone-cold tomb
O Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.
Glorious now, behold Him arise,
King, and God, and sacrifice
Heaven sings 'Alleluia',
'Alleluia' the earth replies
O Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.