We Three Kings of Orient Are

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.

 

(Melchior) Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain,

Gold I bring to crown Him again,

King for ever, ceasing never,

Over us all to reign.

 

(Caspar) Frankincense to offer have I

Incense owns a Deity nigh,

Prayer and praising, all men raising,

Worship Him, God most  High.

 

(Balthazar) Myrrh is mine, it’s bitter perfume

Breathes a life of gathering gloom:

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

 

Glorious now behold Him arise,

King and God and sacrifice,

Alleluia, Alleluia;

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