We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Oh, 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 again,
Never over us all to reign.
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Frankincense to of fer have I,
Incense holds a deity nigh.
Prayer and praise in voices raising,
Worship Him, God, on high.
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star of glory, beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Mary's mine, its bitter perfume,
Breeds a life of gathering new,
Starling, smiling, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in a snow -cold tomb.
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Blessed, relieving, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Glorious now, behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice,
peace through the earth and sky.
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
shine on your beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect light.