[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]