| 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 |