In the Glorious Epiphanie of our Lord God: a Hymn sung as by the Three Kings

1 Kinge. Bright Babe! Whose awfull beautyes make
The morn incurr a sweet mistake;

2 Kinge. For Whom the officious Heauns deuise
To disinheritt the sun's rise:

3 Kinge. Delicately to displace
The day, and plant it fairer in Thy face.

1 Kinge. O Thou born King of loues!

2 Kinge. Of lights!

3 Kinge. Of ioyes!

Chorus. Look vp, sweet Babe, look vp and see
For loue of Thee,
Thus farr from home
The East is come
To seek her self in Thy sweet eyes.

1 Kinge. We, who strangely went astray,
Lost in a bright
Meridian night.

2 Kinge. A darknes made of too much day.

3 Kinge. Becken'd from farr
By Thy fair starr,
Lo, at last haue found our way.

Chorus. To Thee, Thou Day of Night! Thou East of West!
Lo, we at last haue found the way
To Thee, the World's great vniuersal East,
The generall and indifferent Day.

1 Kinge. All-circling point! all-centring sphear!
The World's one, round, aeternall year:

2 Kinge. Whose full and all-vnwrinkled face
Nor sinks nor swells with time or place;

3 Kinge. But euery where and euery while
Is one consistent, solid smile:

1 Kinge. Not vext and tost

2 Kinge. 'Twixt Spring and frost;

3 Kinge. Nor by alternate shredds of light,
Sordidly shifting hands with shades and Night.

Chorus. O little all! in Thy embrace
The World lyes warm, and likes his place;
Nor does his full globe fail to be
Kist on both his cheeks by Thee.
Time is too narrow for Thy year,
Nor makes the whole World Thy half-sphear.

1 Kinge. To Thee, to Thee
From him we flee.

2 Kinge. From him, whom by a more illustrious ly,
The blindnes of the World did call the eye.

3 Kinge. To Him, Who by these mortall clouds hast made
Thyself our sun, though Thine Own shade.

1 Kinge. Farewell, the World's false light!
Farewell, the white
Aegypt; a long farewell to thee
Bright idol, black idolatry:
The dire face of inferior darknes, kis't
And courted in the pompus mask of a more specious mist.

2 Kinge. Farewell, farewell
The proud and misplac't gates of Hell,
Pertch't in the Morning's way
And double-guilded as the doores of Day:
The deep hypocrisy of Death and Night
More desperately dark, because more bright.

3 Kinge. Welcome, the World's sure way!
Heavn's wholsom ray.

Chorus. Wellcome to vs; and we
(Sweet!) to our selues, in Thee.

1 Kinge. The deathles Heir of all Thy Father's day!

2 Kinge. Decently born!
Embosom'd in a much more rosy Morn:
The blushes of Thy all-vnblemisht mother.

3 Kinge. No more that other
Aurora shall sett ope
Her ruby casements, or hereafter hope
From mortall eyes
To meet religious welcomes at her rise.

Chorus. We (pretious ones!) in you haue won
A gentler Morn, a iuster sun.

1 Kinge. His superficiall beames sun-burn't our skin;

2 Kinge. But left within

3 Kinge. The Night and Winter still of Death and Sin.

Chorus. Thy softer yet more certaine darts
Spare our eyes, but peirce our harts:

1 Kinge. Therfore with his proud Persian spoiles

2 Kinge. We court Thy more concerning smiles.

3 Kinge. Therfore with his disgrace
We guild the humble cheek of this chast place;

Chorus. And at Thy feet powr forth his face.

1 Kinge. The doating Nations now no more
Shall any day but Thine adore.

2 Kinge. Nor--much lesse--shall they leaue these eyes
For cheap Aegyptian deityes.

3 Kinge. In whatsoe're more sacred shape
Of ram, he-goat, or reuerend ape;
Those beauteous rauishers opprest so sore
The too-hard-tempted nations.

1 Kinge. Neuer more
By wanton heyfer shall be worn

2 Kinge. A garland, or a guilded horn:
The altar-stall'd ox, fatt Osyris now
With his fair sister cow

3 Kinge. Shall kick the clouds no more; but lean and tame,

Chorus. See His horn'd face, and dy for shame:
And Mithra now shall be no name.

1 Kinge. No longer shall the immodest lust
Of adulterous godles dust

2 Kinge. Fly in the face of Heau'n; as if it were
The poor World's fault that He is fair.

3 Kinge. Nor with peruerse loues and religious rapes
Reuenge Thy bountyes in their beauteous shapes;
And punish best things worst; because they stood
Guilty of being much for them too good.

1 Kinge. Proud sons of Death! that durst compell
Heau'n it self to find them Hell:

2 Kinge. And by strange witt of madnes wrest
From this World's East the other's West.

3 Kinge. All-idolizing wormes! that thus could crowd
And vrge their sun into Thy cloud;
Forcing His sometimes eclips'd face to be
A long deliquium to the light of Thee.

Chorus. Alas! with how much heauyer shade
The shamefac't lamp hung down his head
For that one eclipse he made,
Then all those he suffered!

1 Kinge. For this he look't so bigg; and euery morn
With a red face confes't his scorn.
Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mist
Kept them from being so vnkindly kis't.

2 Kinge. It was for this the Day did rise
So oft with blubber'd eyes:
For this the Evening wept; and we ne're knew
But call'd it deaw.

3 Kinge. This dayly wrong
Silenc't the morning-sons, and damp't their song:

Chorus. Nor was't our deafnes, but our sins, that thus
Long made th' harmonious orbes all mute to vs.

1 Kinge. Time has a day in store
When this so proudly poor
And self-oppressed spark, that has so long
By the loue-sick World bin made
Not so much their sun as shade:
Weary of this glorious wrong
From them and from himself shall flee
For shelter to the shadow of Thy tree:

Chorus. Proud to haue gain'd this pretious losse
And chang'd his false crown for Thy crosse.

2 Kinge. That dark Day's clear doom shall define
Whose is the master Fire, which sun should shine:
That sable judgment-seat shall by new lawes
Decide and settle the great cause
Of controuerted light:

Chorus. And Natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe Thee right.

3 Kinge. That forfeiture of Noon to Night shall pay
All the idolatrous thefts done by this Night of Day;
And the great Penitent presse his own pale lipps
With an elaborate loue-eclipse:
To which the low World's lawes
Shall lend no cause,

Chorus. Saue those domestick which He borrowes
From our sins and His Own sorrowes.

1 Kinge. Three sad hours' sackcloth then shall show to vs
His penance, as our fault, conspicuous:

2 Kinge. And He more needfully and nobly proue
The Nations' terror now then erst their loue.

3 Kinge. Their hated loues changd into wholsom feares:

Chorus. The shutting of His eye shall open their's.

1 Kinge. As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of Day
Miss-ledde, before, they lost their way;
So shall they, by the seasonable fright
Of an vnseasonable Night,
Loosing it once again, stumble on true Light:

2 Kinge. And as before His too-bright eye
Was their more blind idolatry;
So his officious blindnes now shall be
Their black, but faithfull perspectiue of Thee:

3 Kinge. His new prodigious Night,
Their new and admirable light,
The supernaturall dawn of Thy pure Day;
While wondring they
(The happy conuerts now of Him
Whom they compell'd before to be their sin)
Shall henceforth see
To kisse him only as their rod,
Whom they so long courted as God.

Chorus. And their best vse of him they worship't, be
To learn of him at last, to worship Thee.

1 Kinge. It was their weaknes woo'd his beauty;
But it shall be
Their wisdome now, as well as duty,
To injoy his blott; and as a large black letter
Vse it to spell Thy beautyes better;
And make the Night it self their torch to Thee.

2 Kinge. By the oblique ambush of this close night
Couch't in that conscious shade
The right-ey'd Areopagite
Shall with a vigorous guesse inuade
And catch Thy quick reflex; and sharply see
On this dark ground
To descant Thee.

3 Kinge. O prize of the rich Spirit! with what feirce chase
Of his strong soul, shall he
Leap at thy lofty face,
And seize the swift flash, in rebound
From this obsequious cloud,
Once call'd a sun,
Till dearly thus vndone;

Chorus. Till thus triumphantly tam'd (O ye two
Twinne svnnes!) and taught now to negotiate you.

1 Kinge. Thus shall that reuerend child of Light,

2 Kinge. By being scholler first of that new Night,
Come forth great master of the mystick Day;

3 Kinge. And teach obscure mankind a more close way
By the frugall negatiue light
Of a most wise and well-abused Night
To read more legible Thine originall ray;

Chorus. And make our darknes serue Thy Day:
Maintaining 'twixt Thy World and oures
A commerce of contrary powres,
A mutuall trade
'Twixt sun and shade,
By confederat black and white
Borrowing Day and lending Night.

1 Kinge. Thus we, who when with all the noble powres
That (at Thy cost) are call'd, not vainly, ours:
We vow to make braue way
Vpwards, and presse on for the pure intelligentiall prey;
2 Kinge. At least to play
The amorous spyes
And peep and proffer at Thy sparkling throne;

3 Kinge. In stead of bringing in the blissfull prize
And fastening on Thine eyes:
Forfeit our own
And nothing gain
But more ambitious losse at last, of brain;

Chorus. Now by abased liddes shall learn to be
Eagles; and shutt our eyes that we may see.

The Close.

[Chorus.] Therfore to Thee and Thine auspitious ray
(Dread Sweet!) lo thus
At last by vs,
The delegated eye of Day
Does first his scepter, then himself, in solemne tribute pay.
Thus he vndresses
His sacred vnshorn tresses;
At Thy adored feet, thus he layes down

1 Kinge. His gorgeous tire
Of flame and fire,

2 Kinge. His glittering robe. 3 Kinge. His sparkling crown;

1 Kinge. His gold: 2 Kinge. His mirrh: 3 Kinge. His frankincense.

Chorus. To which he now has no pretence:
For being show'd by this Day's light, how farr
He is from sun enough to make Thy starr,
His best ambition now is but to be
Somthing a brighter shadow, Sweet, of Thee.
Or on Heaun's azure forhead high to stand
Thy golden index; with a duteous hand
Pointing vs home to our own sun
The World's and his Hyperion.