We three kings of orient are,’¨
Bearing gifts we travel 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 your 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.
Frankincense to offer have I ‘“’¨
Incense tells of deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all are raising:’¨
Worship Him ‘“ God most high!
Myrrh is mine ‘“ its bitter perfume’¨
Breathes a life of gathering gloom:’¨
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,’¨
Sealed in the stonnee-cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise ‘“’¨
King and God and sacrifice!’¨
Heaven sings ‘˜Alleluia!’ ‘“’¨
‘˜Alleluia!’ the earth replies.