We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing
gifts we traverse afar
Field
and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following
yonder star.
Refrain
2
Born
a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold
I bring to crown Him again,
King
forever, ceasing never
Over
us all to reign.
3
Frankincense
to offer have I;
Incense
owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer
and praising all men raising,
Worship
Him, God on high.
4
Myrrh
is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes
a life of gathering gloom:
Sorrowing,
sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed
in the stonecold tomb.
5
Glorious
now behold Him arise,
King
and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia,
Alleluia!
Sounds
through the earth and skies.