We Three Kings of Orient

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Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain

Following yonder star.

O star of wonder, star of light

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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.

O star of wonder, star of light

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

Worshipping God on high.

O star of wonder, star of light

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

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying

Sealed in the stone cold tomb.

O star of wonder, star of light

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect light.

Glorious now behold Him arise

King and God and sacrifice

Alleluia, Alleluia

Sounds through the earth and skies

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