Verse 1
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 light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading,
Still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Verse 2
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain;
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever,
Ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Chorus
Verse 3
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising,
All men1 raising,
Worshipping God on high.
Chorus
Verse 4
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing,
Bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
Chorus
Verse 5
Glorious now behold Him arise:
King and God and sacrifice;
Chorus
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