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We three Kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel so far,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
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 reign.
O star of wonder, star of night
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns o Dety nigh.
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worshiping God most high.
O star of wonder, star of night
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom ;
Sorrowing sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
O star of wonder, star of night
Glorioius now behold him arise,
King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Earth to heavens replies.
O star of wonder, star of night
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