Title: We Three Kings
By: John H. Hopkins
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's plain, gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all folks raising, worship Him God most High.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, alleluia; Earth to heaven replies.