We three kings of Orient are   Bearing gifts we traverse afar   Fields and fountain, moon and mountain   Following yonder star      Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain   Gold we bring to crown Him again   King forever, ceasing never   Over us all to reign      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 on high      Star of wonder, star of night   Star with royal beauty bright   Westward leading, still proceeding   Guide us to Thy perfect light      Heaven sings Hallelujah      Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume   Breathes of 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