Twelfe-day, or the Epiphanie

THat so thy blessed birth, oh Christ,
Might through the world be spread about,
Thy Starre appeared in the East,
Whereby the Gentiles found thee out;
And offring thee Myrrhe. Incense, Gold,
Thy three-fold Office did vnfold.

Sweet Iesus, let that Starre of thine,
Thy Grace, which guides to finde out thee,
Within our hearts for euer shine,
That thou of vs found out mayst be:
And thou shalt be our King therefore,
Our Priest, and Prophet euermore.

Teares that from true repentance drop,
Instead of Myrrhe present will wee:
For Incense we will offer vp
Our Prayers, and Praises vnto Thee;
And bring for gold each pious-deed,
Which doth from sauing-faith proceed.

And as those Wise-men neuer went,
To visite Herod any more:
So, finding thee, we will repent
Our courses follow'd heretofore;
And, that we homeward may retire,
The Way by Thee we will enquire.