We three kings of orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel so far,
Field and fountain,
moor and mountain,
following yonder star.
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
star with royal beauty bright.
West ward leading,
still overseeing,
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.
Praising sons to offer have I,
incense, alms, a deity nigh.
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God, on high.
Glorious now, behold Him arise,
King and God, and sacrifice.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Sound through the earth and the skies.
Oh, star of thunder, star of night,
star with royal beauty bright,
Which would mean
still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light