We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Born a king on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I'd bring to crown him again
King forever, ceasing nev er,
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns the deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sit in the stone -cold tomb
Oh, star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light
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