P & M: John Henry Hopkins, Jr.
We Three Kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
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 for ever
Ceasing never
Over us all to reign.
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Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh:
Prayer and praising
All men raising,
Worship Him God on High
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Myrrh is mine;its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;—
Sorrowing, sighing, Bleeding,
dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
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Glorious now behold Him arise,
King, and God, and Sacrifice;
Heav’n sings Hallelujah:
Hallelujah the earth replies.
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