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

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O star of wonder, star of light, 
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 reign. 
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Frankincense to offer have I; 
Incense owns a Deity nigh; 
Prayer and praising, all men raising, 
Worship him God most high. 
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Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume 
Breathes a life of gathering gloom; 
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, 
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. 
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Glorious now behold him arise; 
King and God and sacrifice: 
Alleluia, Alleluia, 
Heaven to Earth replies
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