Hymn for the Epiphany

I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and Morning Star.

Rev. xxii. 16.

The wondering sages trace from far
Bright in the west the Morning-star;
A light illumes the western skies,
Seen never in the east to rise.

Eternity produced its blaze,
Time’s fulness hails its nearer rays;
Its brightness chases night away,
And kindles darkness into day.

O Jesu! brightest Morning-star!
Shed forth thy beams both near and far,
That all, in these our later days,
May know Thee, and proclaim thy praise.