Music and words by John H. Hopkins, Jr.
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 light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to your 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.
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising,
Voices raising,
Worship Him, God on high.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing,
Bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise;
King and God and sacrifice:
Alleluia,
Alleluia,
Sounds through the earth and skies.