We three kings of Orient are; bearing gifts we traverse afar
field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.
O-oh star of wonder, star of light, 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-oh star of wonder, star of light, 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, voices raising, worshipping God on high
O-oh star of wonder, star of light, 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;
sorrowing sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
O-oh star of wonder, star of light, 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 sounds through the earth and skies.
O-oh star of wonder, star of light, star with royal beauty bright,
westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light.