We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain

Following yonder star

We three kings, we three kings

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain

Gold I bring to crown Him again

King forever, ceasing never

Over us all to reign

Oh, star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect light

We three kings, we three kings

Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume

Breaths a life of gathering gloom

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

Oh, star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect light

Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect light

We three kings, we three kings

We three kings, we three kings

We three kings, we three kings

We three kings, we three kings

We three kings, we three king