Presenting you “Myrrh Is Mine Its Bitter Perfume Lyrics” by Love to Sing. The song name is We Three Kings.
Myrrh Is Mine Its Bitter Perfume Lyrics
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
O Star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh,
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worship Him, God most high.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume,
Breathes a life of gathering gloom,
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice,
Heaven sings, ‘Alleluia!’
‘Alleluia!’ the Earth replies.
This is the end of “Myrrh Is Mine Its Bitter Perfume Lyrics”.