We Three Kings of Orient Are
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 night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the 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 the Perfect Light.
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God most high
O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the Perfect Light.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes of life, of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the Perfect Light.
Glorious no behold Him rise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Earth to heav'n replies
O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the Perfect Light.
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