Lyrics The Three Kings - Sir David Willcocks , Choir of King's College, Cambridge , Peter Cornelius
Three
Kings
from
Persian
lands
afar
To
Jordan
follow
the
pointing
star:
And
this
the
quest
of
the
travellers
three,
Where
the
new-born
King
of
the
Jews
may
be.
Full
royal
gifts
they
bear
for
the
King;
Gold,
incense,
myrrh
are
their
offering.
The
star
shines
out
with
a
steadfast
ray
The
kings
to
Bethlehem
make
their
way,
And
there
in
worship
they
bend
the
knee,
As
Mary's
child
in
her
lap
they
see;
Their
royal
gifts
they
show
to
the
King;
Gold,
incense,
myrrh
are
their
offering.
Thou
Child
of
man,
lo,
to
Bethlehem
The
Kings
are
travelling,
travel
with
them!
The
star
of
mercy,
the
star
of
grace,
Shall
lead
thy
heart
to
its
resting
place.
Gold,
incense,
myrrh
thou
canst
not
bring;
Offer
thy
heart
to
the
infant
King.
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