Whereby the Gentiles found thee out;
And, off’ring Thee Myrrh, Incense, Gold,
Thy threefold Office did unfold.
Sweet Jesus, let that Starre of Thine,
Thy Grace, which guides to find out Thee,
Within our hearts for ever shine,
That Thou of us found out maist bee:
And Thou shalt be our King, therefore,
Our Priest, and Prophet evermore.
Teares that from true repentance drop,