We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star. Oooooohhhhhh, 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. Frankincense to offer have I. Incense owns a deity night. Prayer and praising, all men raising; Worship Him, 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. Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God, and sacrifice; Alleluia, alleluia, Earth to heav'n replies.Жив Господь Հիսուս Իմ սիրտը Լի է Քեզանով ạ̹ly̱ djy̱ ạlḍryḥ Standing on the promises Rabbimi öveceğim ben Io ti loderò Veríme v Boha jedného عفا عني إلهي ونجاني Večerní když zvony znějí Louez Dieu, car il est bon
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