We Three Kings
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder Star
Chorus
O Star of Wonder, Star of Night
Star with Royal Beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect Light
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing
Bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Chorus
O Star of Wonder, Star of Night
Star with Royal Beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect Light
Glorious now behold Him arise
King, and God, and Sacrifice
Heav’n sings Hallelujah
Hallelujah the earth replies
Chorus
O Star of Wonder, Star of Night
Star with Royal Beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect Light
Sanctuary Messianic 