Steven Curtis Chapman - We Three Kings Lyrics

We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts, we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign

O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect Light

Frankincense to offer have I My gift of love and sacrifice Prayer and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God on high

Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

Glorious now, behold Him, arise King and God and Sacrifice Alleluia, alleluia Sounds through the Earth and skies