The Christmas Story


Then three kings
bearing gifts and having travelled so far,
through fields and fountains,
moulds and mountains,
following thy yonder star...

Oh Oh,
Star of wonder, star of light
Star with Royal beauty pride,
Westwards leading,
Still proceeding, guide them to thy perfect Light.

"Gold I bring to crown Him again,
incense ounce a deity night,
Prayer and praises, all men rising,
Worship Him God most High!

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