We Three Kings-Iktus

　　We three kings of Orient are

　　Bearing gifts we travel 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 of royal beauty bright,

　　Westward leading, still proceeding,

　　Following yonder star.

　　Frankincense to offer have I.

　　Incense owns a Deity nigh.

　　Prayer and praising all men raising,

　　Worship Him, God on high.

　　Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume

　　Breaths a life of gathering gloom.

　　Sorrow, sighing, bleeding, dying,

　　Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.

　　O star of wonder, star of night,

　　Star of royal beauty bright,

　　Westward leading, still proceeding,

　　Following yonder star.