We Three Kings Of Orient Are - Mitch Miller

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 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 it’s bitter perfume

Breaths 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

Heaven sings alleluia

Alleluia the earth replies

O star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect light