Lyrics:

We three kings of Orient are: Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field 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. Frankincense to offer have I, Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising, all men raising, Worship Him, God on high. O 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 Breathes a life of gathering gloom Sorr'wing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light. Glorious now behold Him arise: King and God and Sacrifice; Alleluia, Alleluia! Earth to heav'n replies. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.