We three kings of orient are:\nBearing gifts we traverse afar\nField and fountain, moon and mountain,\nFollowing yonder star\n2. Born a King on Bethlehem plain\nGold I bring, to crown Him again\nKing for ever, ceasing never\nOver us all to reign\nChorus: O star of wonder, star of night\nStar with royal beauty bright\nWestward leading, still proceeding:\nGuide us to thy perfect light.\n3. Frankincense to offer have I:\nIncense owns a Deity night\nPrayers and praising, all men raising\nWorship him, God most High.\n4. Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume\nBreathes a life of gathering gloom\nSorrowing, singing, blooding dying\nScaled in the stone-cold tomb.\nO star of wonder…\n5. Glorious now behold Him arise\nKing and God and Sacrifice\nAlleluia, Alleluia.\nEarth to the heavens.