We three kings of Orient are
 Bearing gifts we traverse afar
 Field and fountain, moor and mountain
 Following yonder star

 Born a baby on Bethlehem's plain
 Gold we bring to crown Him again
 King forever, ceasing never
 Over us all to rein

 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
 Pray'r and praising, all men raising
 Worship Him, God most high

 Star of wonder, star of night
 Star with royal beauty bright
 Westward leading, still proceeding
 Guide us to Thy perfect light

 Heaven sings hallelujah

 Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
 Breathes of life of gathering gloom
 Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
 Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

 Star of wonder, star of night
 Star with royal beauty bright
 Westward leading, still proceeding
 Guide us to Thy perfect light