We three
kings of
Orient
are
bearing
gifts we
traverse
a-far.
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 for-
ever,
ceasing
never,
over us
all to
reign
.
Frankin-
cense to
offer have
I;
incense
owns a
Deity
nigh.
Prayer and
praising,
voices
raising,
worshipping
God on
high
.
Myrrh is
mine its
bitter per-
fume
breaths 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 be-
hold him a-
rise;
King and
God and
sacri-
fice.
Alle-
luia,
Alle-
luia,
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
.