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| We Three Kings |
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| 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 night |
| Star with royal beauty bright |
| Westward leading, still proceeding |
| Guide us to thy perfect light |
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| 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 night |
| Prayer and praising, voices raising |
| Worship Him, God on 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! |
| Peals through the earth and skies |
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