We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Born a King out on the plain
Gold I bring to crown him again
King forever ceasing never
Over us all, all to reign
Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light
Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding and dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, alleluia
Sounds to heaven and skies
Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to Thy, guide us to Thy perfect light
See the light now
See the light now