[Epiphany Hymn.]
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.