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We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are;

 Bearing gifts we traverse afar,

Field and fountain, moor and mountain, 

Following yonder star.

O star of wonder, star of light
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.

Frankincense to offer have I; 

Incense owns a Deity nigh; 

Prayer and praising, voices raising, 

Worshipping God on high.

Myrrh is mine,
Its bitter perfume

Breathes a life of gathering gloom; 

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,

 Sealed in the stone cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise; 

King and God and sacrifice; 

Alleluia, Alleluia, 

Sounds through the earth and skies.