CHRISTMAS CAROL

 We Three King of Oriente are

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 night, 

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.

O star of wonder, star of night, 

Star with royal beauty bright, 

Westward leading, 

still proceeding, 

Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Frankincense to offer have I. 

Incense owns a Deity nigh. 

Prayer and praising all men raising, 

Worship Him, God on high.

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.

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. 

Alleluia, alleluia! 

Sounds through the earth 

and skies.

O star of wonder, star of night, 

Star with royal beauty bright, 

Westward leading, 

still proceeding, 

Guide us to thy perfect Light.