Letra de We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star O star of wonder, star of light Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a Deity nigh Prayer and praising, voices raising Worshiping God on high Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom Sorr'wing, 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