We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and foutain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
O star 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
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Pray'r and praising, all me raising
Worship Him, God on high
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Myrrh is mine: its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorr'wing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in a stonecold tomb
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, alleluia!
Earth and heav'n repies
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