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EPIPHANY.

Holy JESUS, every day Keep us in the narrow way; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds Thy glory hide.

In the heavenly country bright Need they no created light; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun which goes not down; There for ever may we sing Alleluias to our King. Amen.

" There came wise men from the east."

Lo! the pilgrim Magi

Leave their royal halls, And with love devoutest Bethlehem's lowly walls Seek with eager footsteps: While firm faith, which rests Built on hope unswerving, Triumphs in their breasts. O what joys ecstatic

Thrilled each heart from far, When to guide their footsteps Gleamed the beacon Star, O'er that home so holy

Pouring down its ray, In His Mother's bosom Where the Infant lay.

There no ivory glistens,

Glows no regal gold, Nor doth gorgeous purple Those fair limbs enfold;