Poems

r suffering Saviour, God and King, Accept the gold and incense, Lord, Accept the myrrh we bring. n. EPIPHANY. C TAR of the East! whose silver ray Was erst the faithful Gentile's guide, Star of our souls ! look down to-day, And lead us to Thy cradle side. Hither of old the wise men bore Gift for a God, their incense sweet, A monarch's tribute golden ore, And balmy myrrh for victim meet. Here, too, our hearts would pause awhile, Sweet source of love and mercy free, Would linger in Thy cradle smile, And lift the voice and bend the knee O Christ our God, Thy name we own, The highest name in earth or Heaven, O Christ our King, to Thee alone The homage of our hearts be given. O Christ our Saviour, who didst bow For us Thy sinless victim head, To wear the thorn wreath on Thy brow, To be embalmed amid the dead ; We follow where our Fathers trod, We open too our treasure store, Redeemer, Monarch, Mighty God, Save, guide us, keep us evermore. 12. SEPTUAGESIMA. A LL things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings. The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And order'd their estate. Hvmns Ancient and Modern, 573. The purple-headed mountain, The river running by,...