We Three Kings Of Orient Are
By: J. H. Hopkins Jr.
We three kings of Orient are,
O, star of wonder, star of night,Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain;
Gold we bring to crown Him again;
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
O, star of wonder, star of night,Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God on High.
O, star of wonder, star of night,Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
King and God and sacrifice,
Heaven sings, "Alleluia!"
Alleluia!" the Earth replies.