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.

Chorus:

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 rein.

Chorus:

Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Pray'r and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God most high.

Chorus:

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume,
Breathes of life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

Chorus:

Glorious now behold Him rise,
King and God and Sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia
Earth to heav'n replies.
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