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Show THE STAR I3ST THE EAST. The three wise monarchs of the East. Asked in- each city near: "Which is the way to Bethlehem, Tell us, ye children dear?" But neither old nor joung could tell; The three wise kings went on, Still following a golden star Which gleamed in glory won. It paused at last o'er Bethlehem's crib, Before the shrine they bowed: Th oxen lowed, the Infant smiled, The threo kings sang aloud. They saw bv faith a' hidden God. And humbly worshiped him; Led bv that star, let us adore In Bethlehem's Babe, our King. |