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We Three Kings of Orient
Verse 1
We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Refrain
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to Thy perfect light.
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to Thy perfect light.
Verse 2
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.
Verse 3
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising all men raising,
Worship Him, God on high.
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising all men raising,
Worship Him, God on high.
Verse 4
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom:
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stonecold tomb.
Breathes a life of gathering gloom:
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stonecold tomb.
Verse 5
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Sounds through the earth and skies.
King and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Sounds through the earth and skies.
Written and composed by American clergyman John Henry Hopkins Jr., this hymn celebrates the Magi's journey to Bethlehem.