| Lyrics: | We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, morr and
mountain,
Following yonder Star.
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O, star of wonder, star of
might,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to
the perfect light.
Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain;
Gold we 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;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Seal'd in the stone-cold
tomb.
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Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and
sacrifice,
Heaven sings, "Hallelujah!"
Hallejujah!" Earth replies.
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