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We three kings of Orient are; |
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Bearing gifts we traverse afar, |
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Field and fountain, moor and mountain, |
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Following yonder star. |
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O star of wonder, star of light, |
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Star with royal beauty bright, |
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Westward leading, still proceeding, |
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Guide us to thy perfect light. |
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Born a King on Bethlehem's plain |
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Gold I bring to crown Him again, |
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King forever, ceasing never, |
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Over us all to reign. |
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Frankincense to offer have I; |
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Incense owns a Deity nigh; |
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Prayer and praising, voices raising, |
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Worshipping God on high. |
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Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume |
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Breathes a life of gathering gloom; |
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Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, |
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Sealed in the stone cold tomb. |
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Glorious now behold Him arise; |
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King and God and sacrifice; |
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Alleluia, Alleluia, |
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Sounds through the earth and skies. |
