We three kings of orient are Bearing gifts we travel so far Field and fountain moor and mountain Following yonder star Born a baby on Bethlehem's plain Gold we bring to crown Him a King King forever ceasing never Over us all to reign O star of wonder, star of light Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading still proceedings Guide us to thy perfect light Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a deity nigh 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 tombHOLD THE FORT Spirito Santo Sendek Xechkim Emas ข้ารู้แน่พระองค์ทรงพระชนม์อยู่ Szívem csendben az Úrra figyel yswʿ bḥbh wḥnạnh Alevlendir Great is the Lord صوت عرس اتٍ ᠪᠢ ᠲᠠ ᠨᠠᠷ ᠤᠨ ᠳᠣᠲᠣᠷᠠ ᠣᠷᠣᠰᠢᠨᠠ
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