Three kings of Orient are
With gifts we travel afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Born on Bethlehem's plain
I've gold to crown him again
King forever
Ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Incense to offer have I
To honor a deity nigh
Prayer and praising
All men raising
Worship him God most high
Myrrh is bitter perfume
It breathes of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing
Bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
So glorious behold him rise
King, and God, and Sacrifice
Alleluia
Alleluia
Earth to heaven replies
O wondrous star of night
With royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Show us the Perfect Light
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