We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts, we traverse afar
Fields 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.