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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 night, |
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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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O star of wonder, star of night, |
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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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Frankincense to offer have I. |
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Incense owns a Deity nigh. |
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Prayer and praising all men raising, |
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Worship Him, God on high. |
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O star of wonder, star of night, |
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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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Myrrh is mine: it's bitter perfume |
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Breaths 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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O star of wonder, star of night, |
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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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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. |
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O star of wonder, star of night, |
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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 |