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 tombzhǔ de ài Qudaıdy izde, sarylyp izde تأمل 1 مەنى قولدايسىڭ قۇدايىم ạ̉yhạ ạlmdʿw llʿrs Už dňa chvíle В той край tʿạl yạ rb brwḥk Táńirim meniń Baǵýshym Иште Рух ве Гелин
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