




            We Three Kings
             Hopkins, 1857






                «Royals»
We three kings of Orient are 
   bearing gifts, we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, 
   following yonder star.

              «Everyone»  
O star of wonder, star of night, 
   star with royal beauty bright;
Westward leading, still proceeding, 
   guide us to that Perfect Light.

 
                «Melchior» 
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, 
   gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever, ceasing never,
   over us all to reign.

                 «Everyone»
O star of wonder, star of night, 
   star with royal beauty bright;
Westward leading, still proceeding, 
   guide us to that Perfect Light.


                «Caspar»
Frankincense to offer have I. 
   Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising, we are raising, 
   worship Him God most high.

               «Everyone»
O star of wonder, star of night, 
   star with royal beauty bright;
Westward leading, still proceeding, 
   guide us to that Perfect Light.


            «Balthazar»
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume 
   breathes a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, 
   sealed in a stone-cold tomb.

               «Everyone»
O star of wonder, star of night, 
   star with royal beauty bright;
Westward leading, still proceeding, 
   guide us to that Perfect Light.

 
              «Royals»
Glorious now behold Him arise, 
   King and God and Sacrifice.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
   earth to heaven replies.

             «Everyone» 
O star of wonder, star of night, 
   star with royal beauty bright;
Westward leading, still proceeding, 
   guide us to that Perfect Light.

