Ireland - We three kings of Orient are | Текст песни

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• We three kings of Orient are

We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder Star.

Star of wonder, star of might,
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light!

Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain;
Gold we bring to crown Him again;
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.

Star of wonder, star of might,
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light!

Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God on High.

Star of wonder, star of might,
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light!

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Seal'd in the stone-cold tomb.

Star of wonder, star of might,
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light!

Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Sounds through the earth and skies.

Star of wonder, star of might,
Star with royal beauty bright!
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light!