We Three Kings
Words: John Henry Hopkins Jr.
Music: KINGS OF ORIENT, John Henry Hopkins Jr., 1857
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 plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King for ever,
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;
Sorrowing, 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;
Heav'n sings Hallelujah:
Hallelujah the earth replies.
O Star of wonder, Star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to Thy perfect Light.