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We three Kings of Orient are bearing gifts; we traverse afar:
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Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.
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O star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright; EmDGCG Am GEmGCG
Westward leading, still proceeding. Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all folks raising, worship Him God most High.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, alleluia; Earth to heaven replies.
Eclesiastul 11:9Bucură-te, tinere, în tinereţea ta, fii cu inima veselă cât eşti tânăr, umblă pe căile alese de inima ta şi plăcute ochilor tăi, dar să ştii că, pentru toate acestea, te va chema Dumnezeu la judecată.