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 tombMai aproape Doamne către Tine كفايتي في من فدى نفسي من الهلاك 손을 높이 들고 Bénis-les, bénis-les سوف أدخل أبوابك wǒ men bù huì huí qù This Little Light of Mine Lord Of Our Life Araılap atty tańdarym Йени Бир Езги Сьойлейин
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