WE THREE KINGS OF ORIENT ARE We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star. Chorus: O Star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, 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 rein. Chorus: Frankincense to offer have I, Incense owns a Deity nigh; Pray'r and praising, all men raising, Worship Him, God most high. Chorus: Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume, Breathes of life of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. Chorus: Glorious now behold Him rise, King and God and Sacrifice; Alleluia, Alleluia Earth to heav'n replies. Music   Index   Home