400. THE ROYAL STAR

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WE three kings of O-ri-ent are;
Bear-ing gifts we tra-vel a-far
Field and foun-tain, moon and moun-tain,
Fol-low-ing yon-der star.

CHORUS

O star of won-der, star of night,
Star with roy-al beauty bright,
West-ward lead-ing, still pro-ceed-ing,
Guide us to Thy per-fect Light.

Born a King on Beth-le-hem’s plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him a-gain,
King forev-er, ceas-ing nev-er,
O-ver us all to reign.

Frank-in-cense to of-fer have I;
In-cense owns a De-ity nigh;
Prayer and prais-ing all men rais-ing,
Wor-ship Him, God on high.

Myrrh is mine: its bit-ter per-fume,
Breathes a life of gath-er-ing gloom.
Sor-rowing, sigh-ing, bleed-ing, dy-ing,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now be-hold Him a-rise,
King and God and Sac-ri-fice;
Al-le-lu-ia, Al-le-lu-ia!
Sounds thro’ the earth and skies.