We Three Kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we’ve traveled so far
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder Star
O Star of Wonder, Star of Might
Star with Royal Beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to that perfect Light
Born a King on Bethlehem plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever
Ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Frankincense to offer have I
Peace and love, eternal, divine
Prayer and praising
All men raising
Worship Him God most High
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfumе
Breathes a life of gathеring gloom
Sorrowing, sighing
Bleeding, dying
Then temporary tomb
Bearing gifts we’ve traveled so far
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder Star
O Star of Wonder, Star of Might
Star with Royal Beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to that perfect Light
Born a King on Bethlehem plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever
Ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Frankincense to offer have I
Peace and love, eternal, divine
Prayer and praising
All men raising
Worship Him God most High
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfumе
Breathes a life of gathеring gloom
Sorrowing, sighing
Bleeding, dying
Then temporary tomb
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