Click here to download audio.
We three kings of Orient are:
bearing gifts we traverse afar
field and fountain, moor and mountain,
following yonder star.
Oh, 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 plain,
gold I bring to crown Him again:
King for ever, ceasing never,
over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Pray’r and praising all men raising,
worship Him, God most high.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
breathes a life of gathering gloom;
sorr’wing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice.
earth to the heav’n replies.
Added: 15 January 2022 for Week of Prayer for Christian Unity