Lyrics We Three Kings - Mitch Miller
We
three
kings
of
Orient
are
Bearing
gifts
we
tra
afar.
Field
and
fountain,
moor
and
mountain,
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
forever,
ceasing
never
Over
us
all
to
reign.
O
star
of
wonder,
star
of
night,
Star
with
royal
beauty
bright,
Westward
leading,
still
proceeding,
Guide
us
to
thy
perfect
Light.
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,
Star
with
royal
beauty
bright,
Westward
leading,
still
proceeding,
Guide
us
to
thy
perfect
Light.
Myrrh
is
mine:
it's
bitter
perfume
Breaths
a
life
of
gathering
gloom.
Sorrowing,
sighing,
bleeding
dying,
Sealed
in
the
stone-cold
tomb.
O
star
of
wonder,
star
of
night,
Star
with
royal
beauty
bright,
Westward
leading,
still
proceeding,
Guide
us
to
thy
perfect
Light.
Glorious
now
behold
Him
arise,
King
and
God
and
Sacrifice.
Alleluia,
alleluia!
Sounds
through
the
earth
and
skies.
O
star
of
wonder,
star
of
night,
Star
with
royal
beauty
bright,
Westward
leading,
still
proceeding,
Guide
us
to
thy
perfect
Light
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