Thy Perfect Light Postcard

"We three kings of Orient are<br /> Bearing gifts we traverse afar.<br /> Field and fountain, moor and mountain,<br /> Following yonder star.<br /> <br /> Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,<br /> Gold I bring to crown Him again,<br /> King forever, ceasing never<br /> Over us all to reign.<br /> <br /> Frankincense to offer have I.<br /> Incense owns a Deity nigh.<br /> Prayer and praising all men raising,<br /> Worship Him, God on high.<br /> <br /> Myrrh is mine: its bitter perfume<br /> Breaths a life of gathering gloom.<br /> Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,<br /> Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.<br /> <br /> Glorious now behold Him arise,<br /> King and God and Sacrifice.<br /> Alleluia, alleluia!<br /> Earth to heav'n replies.<br /> <br /> O star of wonder, star of night,<br /> Star with royal beauty bright,<br /> Westward leading, still proceeding,<br /> Guide us to thy perfect Light."