Three Kings of Orient
We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse far.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star.
Oh, 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.
Oh, star of wonder, star of might, 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 on high.
Oh, star of wonder, star of might, Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to the perfect light.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume, Breathes a life of gath'ring gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Seal'd in the stone-cold tomb.
Oh, star of wonder, star of might, Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to the perfect light.
Glorious now behold him Rise, King and God and Sacrifice.
Heaven sings "Hal-le-lu-jah!" "Hal-le-lu-jah!" earth replies.
Oh, star of wonder, star of might, Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to the perfect light."
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