We Three Kings - Christmas Carols

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 .


O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading , still proceeding ,
Guide us to thy perfect Light .


Frankincense  to offer have I.
Incense owns a Deity nigh .
Prayer and praising all men raising ,
Worship Him, God on high .


O star of wonder, star of night ,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light .


Myrrh  is mine : it's bitter perfume 
Breaths a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb .


O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light.


Glorious now behold Him arise ,
King and God and Sacrifice .
Alleluia, alleluia !
Sounds through the earth and skies .


O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light