We Three Kings Of Orient

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star the star.

Born a King on Bethlehems plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.

O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Woworshiping God on high.

O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrwing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia,
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