We three Kings of Orient are
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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. Born a King on Bethlehem plain, Gold I bring to crown him again King for ever, ceasing never Over us all to reign: 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 gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in a stone cold tomb: Glorious now behold him arise, King and God and Sacrifice! Heaven sings Alleluia; Alle- -luia the earth replies. |
Misit huc Magos Oriens: stella tres nos ducit agens rura rivos campum clivos donaque transferens. O SIDUS ADMIRABILE CLARA PULCHRITUDINE NOS PRAECEDENS, NUSQUAM SEDENS NOS AD LUMEN DIRIGE! Natus est ad Bethlehem Rex: aureus confirmet apex; totus sine cuncto fine pareat illi grex: Numinosum offero tus: noscitatur ture Deus; ornent iuncti Summum cuncti cum prece laudibus: Ecce! myrrha acerbum olens, umbras imminere docens! Cruciatum immolatum en lapis opprimens! Iamque vindicatus ovat, se victorem nuntiat; angelorum terra chorum laude reduplicat. |