  We Three Kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar, Field and fountain, Moor and mountain, Following yonder star. Chorus O Star of wonder, Star of night, Star with Royal Beauty bright, Westward leading. Still proceeding, Guide us to Thy perfect Light. Gaspard: Born a king on Bethlehem plain, Gold I bring to crown Him again; King forever, Ceasing never Over us all to reign. Chorus: O Star of wonder.... Melchior: Frankincense to offer have I, Incense owns a deity nigh; Prayer and praising All men raising, Worship Him God on high. Chorus: O Star of wonder.... Balthazar: Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, Bleeding, dying, Sealed in a stone-cold tomb. Chorus: O Star of wonder.... Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God, and Sacrifice; Heav’n sings Allelujah: Allelujah, The earth replies. |
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