 We Three Kings of Orient 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 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, all men raising, Worship Him, 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! Peals through the earth and skies (Chorus) |