We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star.
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.
O Star of wonder, Star of night,
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,
Pray'r and praising all men raising
Worship Him, God on high.
O Star of wonder, Star of night,
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,
Sorr'wing, sighing, bleeding, dying.
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
O Star of wonder, Star of night,
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!
Earth to heav'n replies.
O Star of wonder, Star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading still proceeding.
Guide us to thy perfect light.