SONG XLIX. Twelfe day, or the Epiphanie.
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Sing this as the 41 Song.
[1]
That so thy blessed birth, oh Christ,
Might through the world be spread about,
Thy Starre appeared in the East,
Whereby the Gentiles found thee out;
And offring Thee Mirrh, Incense, Gold,
Thy threefold Office did vnfold.
2
Sweet Iesus, let that Starre of thine,
Thy Grace, which guides to finde out thee,
Within our hearts for euer shine,
That thou of vs found out maist bee:
And thou shalt be our King therefore,
Our Priest, and Prophet euermore.
3
Teares that from true repentance drop,
Instead of Mirrhe present will wee:
For Incense, wee will offer vp
Our Praiers and Praises vnto thee;
And bring for Gold each pious deed,
Which doth from sauing-faith proceed.
4
And as three Wisemen neuer went,
To visit Herod any more:
So, finding Thee, we will repent
Our courses follow'd heretofore;
And that we homeward may retire,
The Way by Thee we will enquire.
