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We Three Kings (Nik Bear)
We Three Kings
Lyrics adapted by Nik Bear Brown
We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,
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.
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshiping God on high.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
From the East, we journey afar,
Led by faith and guided by star,
Through the desert, hope sustaining,
To the child our hearts are reigning.
See the babe in lowly stall,
Love’s great gift for one and all.
Hope eternal, joy unending,
Heaven and Earth in peace descending.
Light eternal, pure and divine,
Fills the Earth with holy shine.
Kings bow low, and shepherds wonder,
God’s great love, a gift of thunder.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
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By bearw3We Three Kings
Lyrics adapted by Nik Bear Brown
We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,
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.
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshiping God on high.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
From the East, we journey afar,
Led by faith and guided by star,
Through the desert, hope sustaining,
To the child our hearts are reigning.
See the babe in lowly stall,
Love’s great gift for one and all.
Hope eternal, joy unending,
Heaven and Earth in peace descending.
Light eternal, pure and divine,
Fills the Earth with holy shine.
Kings bow low, and shepherds wonder,
God’s great love, a gift of thunder.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.