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 most 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 of life of gathering gloom
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Sorrowing, 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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| Rod Stewart |
