We Three Kings of Orient Are
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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.
Frankincense
to
offer
have
I:
incense
owns
a
Deity
nigh;
prayer
and
praising,
gladly
raising,
worship
him,
God
Most
High.
Myrrh
is
mine;
its
bitter
perfume
breathes
a
life
of
gathering
gloom;
sorrowing,
sighing,
bleeding,
dying,
sealed
in
the
stone-cold
tomb.
Glorious
now
behold
him
arise,
King
and
God
and
Sacrifice;
heaven
sings
alleluia;
alleluia
the
earth
replies.
Autor: John Henry Hopkins
Autor tekstu: Brak
Autor muzyki: John Masefield