We Three Kings of Orient Are
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing
gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Chorus
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. Chorus
Frankincense
to offer have I.
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and
praising all men raising,
Worship Him, God on high.
Myrrh is
mine: Its bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Sounds through the earth and skies
