Kings Of Orient

Les rois Mages

We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mount ain,
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 high,
Prayer and praising, al men raising,
Worship him, God most high.

Myrrh is mine, it's 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 the heavens replies.


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