Lyrics / Letras

1. 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.

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 are raising
worshiping God on high.

4. Myrrh is mine, it’s bitter perfume
breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
sealed in the stone-cold tomb.