Sing the Christmas Story
We three Kings of Orient are.
Bearing gifts we travelled a far.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Oh. Star of wonder, star of night.
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding.
Guide us to thy perfect light.
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old.
From angels bending near the earth,
To tough their harps of gold.
Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heavens all gracious king.
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.
To hear the angels sing.