We Three Kings of Orient Are
Roberta Flack (Holiday) Lyrics

We three kings of Orient are
We, the three wise men or magi from the East, have come to worship the newborn King of the Jews.

Bearing gifts we traverse afar
We have traveled a great distance, carrying precious gifts to present to the King.

Field and fountain, moor and mountain
We have journeyed through various terrains, passing fields, fountains, moors and mountains.

Following yonder star
We are following the bright star in the sky that heralds the birth of the King.

O Star of wonder, star of night
The star we are following is an amazing and miraculous sight, shining brightly in the darkness.

Star with royal beauty bright
The star is a symbol of majesty and royalty, radiating a dazzling light that illuminates our path.

Westward leading, still proceeding
We are directed by the star to the west, and we continue to journey towards our destination.

Guide us to thy Perfect Light
We pray that the star will lead us to the presence of the Perfect Light, the newborn King.

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
The King we seek was born in Bethlehem, and He is indeed a King, although His arrival was simple and humble.

Gold I bring to crown Him again
I have brought gold as a gift to honor and crown the King, symbolizing His royalty and majesty.

King forever, ceasing never
He is a King eternal, who will reign without end, never ceasing or fading away.

Over us all to rein
All of us, including the three wise men, will be subject to the King's authority and rule.

Frankincense to offer have I
I have brought frankincense as a gift, acknowledging that the King is also divine and worthy of worship.

Incense owns a Deity nigh
The burning of incense is a sign of reverence and worship given to a deity, in this case, the newborn King.

Pray'r and praising, all men raising
We offer prayers and praises to the King, and we invite all people to join us in worshiping Him.

Worship Him, God most high
We worship the King as the highest God, recognizing His divinity and supreme power.

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
I have brought myrrh, with its bitter and pungent scent, as a gift to acknowledge the King's humanity and the bitter cup of suffering that He will drink.

Breathes of life of gathering gloom
The scent of myrrh is a reminder of the mortality and frailty of human life, and the gloom of death that surrounds us all.

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
The King will experience sorrow, pain, and death as a human being, suffering for the sins of the world.

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
The King will be buried in a tomb, sealed by a stone, after His death.

Glorious now behold Him arise
Now we see the King, risen and glorious, victorious over death and sin.

King and God and Sacrifice
The King whom we worship is not only a ruler and monarch, but also divine, and the ultimate sacrifice for our sins.

Alleluia, Alleluia
We sing praises and thanksgiving to God for the wonderful gift of the King.

Earth to heaven replies
All creation, from the earth to the heavens, echoes and rejoices in our worship of the King.