We three kings of Orient areBearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountainFollowing yonder star

• O Star of wonder, star of nightStar with royal beauty brightWestward leading, still proceedingGuide us to thy Perfect Light

• Frankincense to offer have IIncense owns a Deity nighPray'r and praising, all men raisingWorship Him, God most high

• Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfumeBreathes of life of gathering gloomSorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dyingSealed in the stone-cold tomb

• Glorious now behold Him ariseKing and God and SacrificeAlleluia, AlleluiaEarth to heav'n replies