There’s a beau­ti­ful star, a beau­ti­ful star,
The wea­ry tra­vel­ers have fol­lowed far,
Shining so bright­ly all the way,
Till it stood o’er the place where the young Child lay.

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Star, star, beau­ti­ful star!
Pilgrims wea­ry we are;
To Je­sus, to Je­sus,
We fol­low thee from afar.

In the land of the East, in the sha­dows of night,
We saw the glo­ry of thy new light,
Telling us, in our dist­ant home,
The King-Re­deem­er to earth hath come!

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We have gold for trib­ute and gifts for pray­er,
Incense of myrrh, and spic­es rare:
All that we have, we hi­ther bring,
To lay it with joy at the feet of the King.

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