We Three Kings Of Orient Are
By: J. H. Hopkins Jr.
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We three kings of Orient are, O, star of wonder, star of night,Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain; Gold we bring to crown Him again; King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign. O, star of wonder, star of night,Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising, all men raising, Worship Him, God on High. O, star of wonder, star of night,Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. O, star of wonder, star of night,Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and sacrifice, Heaven sings, "Alleluia!" Alleluia!" the Earth replies. O, star of wonder, star of night, |

