We three kings of Orient are; Bearing gifts, we traverse afar Fields 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*