{ Lyrics: John Henry Hopkins Jr. (1857) }
Em B7 Em
We three kings of Orient are
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain:
Frankincense to offer have I:
Myrrh is mine: it’s bitter per- fume
Glorious now be- hold Him a- rise:
B7 Em
Bearing gifts we traverse a- far –
Gold I bring to crown Him a-gain,
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Breathes a life of gathering gloom –
King and God and Sacri- fice;
D G D7 G
Field and fountain, moor and moun- tain –
King for- ever, ceasing nev- er,
Prayer and praising, all men rais- ing,
Sorr’wing, sighing, bleeding, dy- ing,
Alle- luia, allelu- ia!
Am Em B7 Em
Following yon- der star.
Over us all to reign.
Worship Him, God on high.
Sealed in the stone- cold tomb.
Earth to heav’n re- plies.
CHORUS:
D D7 G C G C G
O—– star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright,
Em D G C G D G C G
Westward lead-ing, still pro-ceed-ing, guide us to Thy perfect light.
