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EPIPHANY.

But His court He keepeth In a stable bare,

His throne is a manger, Rags His purple are.

Costly pomps and pageants Earthly kings array; He a mightier Monarch, Hath a nobler sway; Straw though be His pallet, Mean His garb may be, Yet with power transcendent. He all hearts can free.

At His feet they worship Prostrate on the floor; And a GoD there present In that Babe adore; Let us to that Infant,

We, their offspring, true Hearts with love o'erflowing Give our tribute due.

Holiest love presenting As gold to our King; To the Man pure bodies Myrrh- like chastely bring, Unto Him as incense

Vow and prayer address; So with offerings meetest

This our GoD confess. Amen.

" All the earth shall be filled with His Majesty."

HAIL to the LORD'S Anointed,

Great David's greater SON! Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!