We Three Kings/Tidings Of Comfort

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

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

Gold we bear, proclaiming Him King,
Frankincense, His worship we sing,
Myrrh’s perfume heralds death and tomb,
Our gifts to His feet we bring
(CHORUS)

BRIDGE:
O, tidings of comfort and joy!
Comfort and joy!
O, tidings of comfort and joy!
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel