We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts, we traverse afar Fields and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star O star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign O star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light