Kings of Orient

We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star:
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Born a King on Bethlehem plain,
Gold I bring, to crown him again.
King for ever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign:
O....

Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a deity nigh:
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship him, God most high:
O ....

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
breaches a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
sealed in the stone cold tomb:
O ...

Glorious now, behold him arise,
King and God, and sacrifice!
Heav’n sings alleluya alle-
luya the earth replies:
O ...