We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder Star
Oh, star of wonder, star of might

Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Born a babe on Bethlehem´s plain
Gold we bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Oh, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God most High
Oh, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect light
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in a stone cold tomb
Oh, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light