LYRICS All three:
We three kings of Orient are; bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light.
Kaspar:
Born a king on Bethlehem plain, gold I bring to crown him again
King for ever, ceasing never, over us all to reign.
O star of wonder …
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