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 might
Star of royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us with 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 ...etc

Frankincense to offer have I
Incense of a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God most high, O star ...etc

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. O star .... etc

Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and sacrifice
Alleluia, alleluia
Earth to the Heaven replies. O star ... etc