We Three Kings of Orient Are
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.
Glorious now behold him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice;
Sounds thru the earth and skies.
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to Thy perfect light.
John H. Hopkins