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A Hymn for the Epiphany.
Chorus. To Thee, Thou Day of Night! Thou
East of West !
1 King. All circling point! all-centring sphere !
The world's one round eternal year: 2 King. Whose full and all-unwrinkled face
Nor sinks nor swells with time or
place; 3 King. But everywhere and every while
Is one consistent solid smile, 1 King. Not vexed and tost, 2 King. 'Twixt spring and frost; 3 King. Nor by alternate shreds of light;
Sordidly shifting hands with shades
Chorus. O little All, in Thy embrace,
The world lies warm and likes his
place; Nor does his full globe fail to be Kissed on both his cheeks by Thee; Time is too narrow for Thy year, Nor makes the whole world Thy halfsphere.
A HYMN ON THE NATIVITY OF MY
I sing the birth was born to-night,
The angels so did sound it.
Yet searched, and true they found it.
The Son of God th' eternal king,
And freed the soul from danger;
Was now laid in a manger.
The Father's wisdom willed it so,
Both wills were in one stature;
And took on Him our nature.
A Hymn on the Nativity of my Saviour. 69
What comfort by Him do we win,
To make us heirs of glory!
All after pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I both tried, body and mind,
With full cry of affections quite astray, I took
in the next inn I could find.
There, when I came, whom found I but my
dearMy dearest Lord; expecting till the grief
Of pleasures brought me to Him; ready there To be all passengers' most sweet relief?
O Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light,
Wrapt in night's mantle, stole into a manger;
Since my dark soul and brutish is Thy right, To man, of all beasts, be not Thou a stranger;
Furnish and deck my soul, that Thou may'st
have A better lodging than a rock or grave.
The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be?
My God, no hymn for Thee?
Of thoughts and words and deeds; The pasture is Thy word, the stream Thy grace,
Enriching every place.
Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my
Outsing the daylight hours.
Take up his place and right:
Himself the candle hold.
I will go searching till I find a sun
Shall stay till we have done;
As frost-nipt suns look sadly,
And one another pay.
His beams shall cheer my breast; and both so
twine, Till ev'n his beams sing and my music shine.