We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty brigh 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 again 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 Prayer and praising all men raising Worship Him, God most high Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect Light Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume Breaths a life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect Light