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 reign. (Chorus) Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity night; Prayer and praising, voices raising, Worship Him, God on high. (Chorus) Myrrh is mine: its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. (Chorus) Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice; Alleluia, Alleluia! Peals through the earth and skies. (Chorus) Words and music by John H. Hopkinds, Jr., 1857. Public domain