| B | F#7 | B | | We three kings of | orient | are |
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| F#7 | B | | Bearing gifts we | traverse a | far |
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| F#7 | B | F#7 | | Field and | fountain, | moor and | mountain |
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| F# | B | | following yonder | star |
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| | | F#7 | B | E | B | | | | O... | star of | wonder, star of | night |
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| | | E | B | | | Star with | royal beauty | bright |
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| | | F#7 | F# | F#7 | | | Westward | leading, | still pro | ceeding |
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| | | B | E | B | | | | guide us | to thy perfect | light |
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Born a king on bethlehem's plain |
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Gold i bring to crown him again |
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King forever, ceasing never |
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Frankincense to offer have i |
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Incense owns a deity nigh |
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Prayer and praising, all men raising |
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Worship him, god most high |
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Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume |
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Breathes a life of gathering gloom |
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Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying |
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Sealed in the stone-cold tomb |
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Glourious now behold him arise |
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King and god and sacrifice |
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Peals through the earth and skies |
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