[Verse 1]
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts, we traverse far
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star
[Chorus]
Oh, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
[Verse 2]
Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain
Gold we bring to crown him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship God on high
[Chorus]