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.
(Melchior) Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King for ever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
(Caspar) Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh,
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God most High.
(Balthazar) Myrrh is mine, it’s bitter perfume
Breathes 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,
Earth to the heavens replies.