We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are;
 Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
 Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
 Following yonder star.
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 O star of wonder, star of light,
 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.
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 Frankincense to offer have I;
 Incense owns a Deity nigh;
 Prayer and praising, voices raising,
 Worshipping God on high.
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 Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
 Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
 Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
 Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
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 Glorious now behold Him arise;
 King and God and sacrifice;
 Alleluia, Alleluia,
 Sounds through the earth and skies.
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