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 tombToujours joyeux! kwr ạlḥdyd Pakailah Waktu Anug'rah Tuhanmu 要把你的真愛傳遍 Svätý ...Pán Boh zástupov kào zhǔ jīn tiān huó de xiāo sǎ fwq kl qwẗ ʿlwt jdạaⁿ Не умирай Миллионы душ сейчас перед вечностью стоят
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