The Three Kings

Three kings from Persian lands afar
To Jordan follow the pointing star
And this the quest of the travellers three
Where the new-born King of the Jews may be
Full royal gifts they bear for the King
Gold, incense, myrrh are their offering
The star shines out with a steadfast ray
The kings to Bethlehem make their way
And there in worship they bend the knee
As Mary's child in her napkin see
Their royal gifts they show to the King
Gold, incense, myrrh are their offering
Thou child of man, go to Bethlehem
The kings are travelling, travel with them
The star of mercy, the star of grace
Shall lead thy heart to its resting place
Gold, incense, myrrh thou canst not bring
Offer thy heart to the Lord
Offer thy heart