We Three Kings Of Orient Are

We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, morr and mountain, Foliowing yonder Star

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

Born a babe (king) on Bethlehem's plain
Gold we bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer have l;Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and prasing, all men raising
Worship Him, God on High

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing sighing. bleeding. dying. Seal'd in the stone-cold tomb