We Three Kings – The Hound
Nghệ sĩ: The Hound
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
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 forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign.
Ohhh 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, voices raising Worshiping God on high.
Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume Breathes life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.
Ohhh Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect Light.
Glorious now behold Him arise King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia alleluia! sounds through the earth and skies
sounds through the earth and skies