We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder Star R: O, star of wonder, star of might Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to the 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 R: Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a Deity nigh Prayer and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God on High R: Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Seal'd in the stone-cold tomb R: Glorious now behold Him arise King and God and sacrifice Heaven sings, "Hallelujah!" Hallejujah!" Earth replies R: