We three kings of Or-i-ent
are;
Bear-ing gifts we tra-verse a-far
Field and foun-tain, moor and
moun--tain,
Fol-low-ing yon-der star:
Oh - star of wond-der, star of night,
Star with roy-al beau-ty bright,
West-ward lead-ing, still pro-ceed-ing,
Guide us to thy per-fect light.
Born a king on Beth-le-hem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him a-gain
King for-ev-er, ceas-ing ne--ver,
O-ver us all to reign:
Oh - star of wond-der, star of night,
Star with roy-al beau-ty bright,
West-ward lead-ing, still pro-ceed-ing,
Guide us to thy per-fect light.
Frank-in-cense to of-fer have I;
In-cense owns a De-i-ty nigh:
Prayer and prais-ing, all men
rais--ing,
Wor-ship Him, God most high:
Oh - star of wond-der, star of night,
Star with roy-al beau-ty bright,
West-ward lead-ing, still pro-ceed-ing,
Guide us to thy per-fect light.
Myrrh is mine; its bit-ter per-fume
Breathes a life of ga-ther-ing gloom;
Sor-rowing, sigh-ing, bleed-ing,
dy--ing,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb:
Oh - star of wond-der, star of night,
Star with roy-al beau-ty bright,
West-ward lead-ing, still pro-ceed-ing,
Guide us to thy per-fect light.
Glor-rious now, be-hold him a-rise,
King, and God, and Sac--ri-fice!
Heav'n sings, "Al-le al-le-lu--ia
"Al-le-lu-ia!" th'earth
re-plies:
Oh - star of wond-der, star of night,
Star with roy-al beau-ty bright,
West-ward lead-ing, still pro-ceed-ing,
Guide us to thy per-fect light. |