We Three Kings
We three Kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we treasure afar,
field and fountain, moor and mountain,
following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of night,
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 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, all men raising,
Worship him God most high.
Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Myrrh is mine; it's bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, beeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Glorious now behold him arise,
King and God and Sacrafice.
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Earth to heaven replies.
Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.
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