Lyrics

We three kings of orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

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

Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.

Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship him, God most high,
Worship him, God most high,
Worship him, God most high.

We three kings of orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.
Guide us to the perfect light
Guide us to the perfect light