And low the star which they saw in the east
And before them till it came and stood over with the young child
And they saw the star they rejoiced
We three kings of orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown him again
King for ever, ceasing never over us all to reign
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom
Bleeding, dying, sighing, sealed in the stone cold tomb
All glorious now behold him arise, Christ and his sacrifice
Alleluia, alleluia, heaven to earth replies
Worship him, God most high, oh
Oh, star of wonder, star of night, star of royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Guide us to thy perfect light
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