Classic Poem

Behold three Kings come from the East
Led by a Star of stars the best,
Which brought them where they did espy
The King of Kings and Saviour lie;
With gold and myrrh and frankincense
They do adore this new-born Prince.

It's strange what did these three Kings see
That might by them adored be,
A tender Babe laid on the ground,
Yet they submit sceptre and crown;
Their gold, their myrrh, their frankincense
For to adore this new-born Prince.

Then let us with those three Kings bring
Our gifts unto this new-born King;
Our sense, our will, our wit, our heart,
And all that e'er we can impart;
Our gold, our myrrh, our frankincense,
For to adore the new-born Prince.