107 ~ We Three Kings of Orient
1
We three kings of Orient are; Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star.
Refrain
O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to Thy perfect light.
2
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown Him again, King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign.
3
Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising all men raising, Worship Him, God on high.
4
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom: Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stonecold tomb.
5
Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and sacrifice; Alleluia, Alleluia! Sounds through the earth and skies.