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.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain:
Gold I bring to crown him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
[Chorus]
Autor(es): JOHN H. H. HOPKINS
