We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts, we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain. Following yonder star.
Chorus:
0, 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 rein.
Chorus
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and proising, all men raising;
Worship Him, God most high.
Chorus
Glorious now, behold Him arise;
King and God and Sacrifice.
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Earth to heaven replies
Chorus
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