Three Kings From Out The Orient

Three kings from out the Orient
For Judah’s land were fairly bent
To find the Lord of grace;
And as they journeyed pleasantlie,
A star kept shining in the sky,
To guide them to the place.

“O Star,” they cried, “by all confest,
Withouten dreed the loveliest!”

The first was Melchior to see,
The emperor hight of Arabye,
An aged man, I trow;
He set upon a rouncy bold,
Had taken of the red, red gold,
The Babe for to endow. [Refrain]

The next was Gaspar, young and gay,
That held the realm of far Cathay-
Our Jesus drew him thence-
Yclad in silks from head to heel,
He rode upon a high cameel,
And bar the frankincense. [Refrain]

The last was dusky Balthasar,
That rode upon a dromedar-
His coat was of the fur;
Dark-browed he came from Samarkand,
The Christ to seek, and in his hand
Upheld the bleeding myrrh. [Refrain]