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 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 forever, ceasing never, 

over us all to reign.

Chorus

Frankincense to offer have I; 

incense owns a Deity nigh; 

prayer and praising, voices raising, 

worshiping God on high. 

Chorus

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume 

breathes a life of gathering gloom; 

sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, 

sealed in the stone-cold tomb. 

Chorus

Glorious now behold him arise; 

King and God and sacrifice: 

Alleluia, Alleluia, 

sounds through the earth and skies. 

Chorus