We Three Kings
Title: We Three Kings
By: John H. Hopkins
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We three Kings of Orient are bearing gifts; we traverse afar:
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Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.
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O star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright;
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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 forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all folks 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,
Alleluia, alleluia; Earth to heaven replies.