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We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse far
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,
Gold I bring to crown him again,
King forever,
ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense,
oh, sub-deity nigh,
Prayer and praise sing,
all men raising,
Worship
God most high.
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
