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