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 Night,
Star with Royal Beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to Thy perfect Light.
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain,
Moor and mountain,
Following yonder Star.
O Star of Wonder, Star of Night,
Star with Royal Beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to Thy perfect Light.
—"We Three Kings" (1857), Christmas carol by John Henry Hopkins Jr.
A procession of dark coats followed the star
foretold to come since ages
In silence they walked on
Crossing the lands
On their way to Bethlehem, to break the chains of the spell
foretold to come since ages
In silence they walked on
Crossing the lands
On their way to Bethlehem, to break the chains of the spell
Stone, they worshipped the stone
In generation from father to son
A star, a star is to come
to light them the way to the one who is born
In generation from father to son
A star, a star is to come
to light them the way to the one who is born
—"Black Stone Wielder", Candlemass
