We three kings of Orient are:

Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain

Following yonder star.



O star of wonder, star of night,

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.



O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect light.



Frankincense to offer have I,

Incense owns a Deity nigh;

Prayer and praising, all men raising,

Worship Him, God on high.



O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect light.



Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume

Breathes a life of gathering gloom

Sorr'wing, sighing, bleeding, dying,

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.



O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect light.



Glorious now behold Him arise:

King and God and Sacrifice;

Alleluia, Alleluia!

Earth to heav'n replies.



O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect light.