We three kings of Orient are;

Bearing gifts, we traverse afar

Fields and fountain, moor and mountain,

Following yonder star.



Chorus

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.



*Chorus