We Three Kings edited version – adapted for choreography
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We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Verse 1:
Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Verse 2:
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all men raising,
Worship Him, God on high.
Verse 3:
Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Chorus:
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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