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 forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Frankincense and myrrh I bring
See him there our savior and king
Heaven sings Alleluia
Alleluia the earth will sing
In the dark we’re not lost
When it’s hard we’re not lost
Don’t lose heart
We’re never truly lost
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