We three kings of orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
O, 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
Gifts we bring to crown him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God on high
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
Glorious now, behold Him arise
King and God, and sacrifice
Heav’n sings Hallelujah,
Hallelujah the earth replies
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