We Three Kings
We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.Chorus:
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.(Melchior)
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again -
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.(Gaspar)
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Pray'r and praising, all men raising,
Worship him, God most high.(Balthazar)
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.(All)
Glorious now behold him arise,
King, and God, and Sacrifice!
Heaven sings "Halleluia!"
"Halleluia!" the earth replies.