CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : We Three Kings

We Three Kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King for ever
Ceasing never
Over us all to reign

Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
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 most High

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathеring gloom
Sorrowing, sighing
Bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stonе-cold tomb

Glorious now behold Him arise
King, and God, and Sacrifice
Hallelujah, hallelujah
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