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We three kings of are,
Bearing gifts we afar,
Field and fountain, and mountain,
yonder Star.

O, of wonder, star of might,
Star with beauty bright,
leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to the light.

Born a babe on Bethlehem's
Gold we bring to Him again;
King forever, never,
us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer I;
Incense a Deity nigh;
and praising, all men raising,
Him, God on High.

Myrrh is its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
in the stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now Him arise,
and God and sacrifice,
sings, "Hallelujah!"
Hallejujah!" replies.