| We three kings of Orient are
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| Bearing gifts we traverse afar
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| Field and fountain, moor and mountain
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| Following yonder star
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| O star of wonder, star of night
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| Star with royal beauty bright
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| Westward leading, still proceeding
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| Guide us to thy perfect light
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| Born a king on Bethlehem plain
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| Gold I bring to crown Him again
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| King forever, ceasing never
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| Over us all to reign
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| O star of wonder, star of night
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| Star with royal beauty bright
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| Westward leading, still proceeding
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| Guide us to thy perfect light
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| Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a Deity nigh
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| Prayer and praising all men raising
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| Worship Him, God on high
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| O star of wonder, star of night
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| Star with royal beauty bright
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| Westward leading, still proceeding
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| Guide us to thy perfect light
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| Myrrh is mine it’s bitter perfume
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| Breaths a life of gathering gloom
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| Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
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| Sealed in the stone cold tomb
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| O star of wonder, star of night
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| Star with royal beauty bright
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| Westward leading, still proceeding
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| Guide us to thy perfect light
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| Glorious now behold Him arise
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| King and God and sacrifice
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| Heaven sings alleluia
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| Alleluia the earth replies
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| O star of wonder, star of night
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| Star with royal beauty bright
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| Westward leading, still proceeding
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| Guide us to thy perfect light |