We Three Kings

And low the star which they saw in the east
When before there them till it came and stood over with the young child
And they saw the star they rejoiced

We three kings of orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star

(And they saw the star they rejoiced)
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again
King for ever, ceasing never over us all to reign

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom
Bleeding, dying, sighing, sealed in the stone cold tomb

All glorious now behold him arise, Christ and his sacrifice
Alleluia, alleluia, heaven to earth replies
Worship him, God most high, oh

Oh, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us with thy perfect light
Guide us with thy perfect light