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- Editor: Edward L. Stauff (submitted 2004-05-20). Score information: Letter, 1 page Copyright: Personal
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- Editor: Rod Mather (submitted 2001-02-19). Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: We Three Kings of Orient Are
Composer: John Henry Hopkins, Jr.
Lyricist: John Henry Hopkins, Jr.
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
1.
We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Refrain:
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
2.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Refrain
3.
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshipping God on high.
Refrain
4.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
Refrain
5.
Glorious now behold Him arise;
King and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Sounds through the earth and skies.
Refrain
Italian text
1.
Noi i tre Re magi siam;
e viaggiando doni portiamo,
campi e fonti, deserti e monti,
quella stella seguiam.
Ritornello:
O scintilla, luce che brilla,
stella che bellezza stilla,
Verso Occidente porti la gente,
guidaci a te, splendente.
2.
A Betlemme nasce un Re,
corona d'oro offro a te,
Re per sempre, nullatenente,
su tutti regnerai.
Ritornello
3.
Ecco, incenso, porto a te,
un'essenza degna di Re;
lode, prece intona la voce,
adora Dio nel ciel.
Ritornello
4.
Mia la mirra, acre sentor,
già io avverto la tua Passion;
dolore forte, sangue, morte,
sepolcro la tua sorte.
Ritornello
5.
Nella gloria risorgerà,
Re e Dio, trionferà;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
pel mondo suonerà.
Ritornello