We Three Kings کے بول

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 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 Incense owns a deity nigh Prayer and praising, all men raising Worship him, God most high Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of 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 Earth to heaven replies