Kings Of Orient
Les rois MagesWe three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mount ain,
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 for ever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a deity high,
Prayer and praising, al men raising,
Worship him, God most high.
Myrrh is mine, it's 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,
Earth to the heavens replies.