We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star.
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O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Verse 2
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold we bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.
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Verse 3
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God most high.
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Verse 4
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
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Verse 5
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Earth with song and heaven replies.
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