We Three Kings of Orient Are (arr. J. Rutter): Three kings of Orient

We three kings of Orient are;

Bearing gifts we traverse afar,

Field and fountain, moor and mountain,

Following yonder star

O star of wonder, star of light,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect light

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,

Gold I bring to crown him again,

King forever, ceasing never,

Over us all to reign

Frankincense to offer have I;

Incense owns a Deity nigh;

Prayer and praising, voices raising,

Worshiping God on high

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume

Breathes a life of gathering gloom;

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

Glorious now behold him arise;

King and God and sacrifice:

Alleluia, Alleluia,

Sounds through the earth and skies