We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse the far,Field and mountain, oar and mountain, Follow with yonder star.O star of wine, O star of night, Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.Sporn a king on Bethlehem plain, Gold I bring to crown him again,King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign.O star of wine, O star of night, Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.Frankincense to offer have I, Incense on the deity nigh,Prayer and praising, home and raising, Worship him God most high.O star of wine, O 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 the life of gathering gloom,Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.O star of wine, O star of night, Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.Glorious now behold in earth's eyes, King and God have sacrificed,Yet in time and earth, Our eternal perfect light.O star of wine, O star of night, Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.*