( From the album "A Very Happy Christmas" )
We three kings of orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.
cho: Oh, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide with thy perfect light.
(Melchior) Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again
King for ever, ceasing never over us all to reign. .....
(Casper) Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh
Pray'r and praising, all men raising,
Worship him, God most high, oh.....
(Balthazar) Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of
gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone cold tomb.
(all Glorious now behold him arise, king and God and sacrifice
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