We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts; we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star. |
Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again, King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign. |
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom: Sorrowing, 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. |
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising all men raising, Worship Him, God on high. |
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice; Alleluia, Alleluia! Sounds through the earth and skies. |