We three kings of orient are

(Hopkins) We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts, we traverse far Field and fountain Moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, star of wonder, star of might Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading Still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain Gold we bring to crown him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign Oh, star of wonder, star of might Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading Still proceeding Guide us to the perfect light Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a deity nigh Prayer and praising, all men raising Worship God on high Oh, star of wonder, star of might Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading Still proceeding Guide us to the perfect light