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 tombnfrḥ dạỷmạaⁿ bạlrb - mydly Еще недолго да совсем недолго Айқара ашылды Көктің қақпалары سەن سۉيۉۉ باقىتسىڭ يا وحيد الآب حقا ạ̹nt ạlṣdyq Алғыстар айтыңдар Құдайға, мадақтаңдар Тәңірдің есімін Tsy haiko ny milaza re О Јашајыр Исо Масеҳ мавлои ман
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