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We three kings of Orient are [Em B7 Em]
Bearing gifts we traverse afar [Em B7 Em]
Field and fountain, moor and mountain [Em D G]
Following yonder star [Am Em B7 Em]
O [D D7]
star of wonder star of night [G C G]
Star with royal beauty bright [G C G]
Westward leading still proceeding [Em D C D]
Guide us to thy perfect light [G C G]
Born a king on Bethlehem 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 night. Prayer and
praising, all men raising. Worship Him, God on high.
Myrrh is mine; it's bitter perfume. Breathes a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in a stone cold tomb.
Glorious now behold him arise, King and God, and sacrifice; Heaven sings
Alleluia; Alleluia the earth replies.
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