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, its bitter perfume
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Breathes a life of gathering gloom
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Sorr'wing, 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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Earth to heav'n replies.
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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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We Three Kings
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| Annie Haslam |
