We three kings of Aryan God, We three kings of Aryan God, 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. O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold him, Born the king of angels. O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Joy to the world, the Lord is come, Let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing.