(John Henry Hopkins)

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star.

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown him again
King forever ceasing never
Over us all to reign.

Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light.

Frankincense and moor have I
My gift of love and sacrifice
Pray'r and praising all men raising
Worship in God most high.

Oh star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light.

Westward leading still proceeding
guide us to Thy perfect light.

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