(A hymn for the feast of Epiphany, January 6th.)
As, with gladness, men of old
Did the guiding star behold,
As with joy they hailed its light —
Leading onward, beaming bright —
So, most glorious Lord, may we
Evermore be led to Thee.
As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger bed,
There to bend the knee before
Him Whom Heaven and earth adore;
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek Thy mercy seat.
As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger rude and bare;
So may we with holy joy,
Pure and free from sin’s alloy,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.
In the heavenly country bright,
Need they no created light;
Christ — its Light, its Joy, its Crown,
Thou its Sun which goes not down!
There forever may we sing
Alleluias to our King!