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A-men.

2.

The star which o'er their distant home
Shone forth the news to bring,

O'er Bethlehem's stable shines to mark
The birthplace of the King.

To Thee, dear Babe, Whom, helpless, I In Mary's arms behold,

With these three kings, I would present
Myrrh, Frankincense, and Gold.

Dear Saviour, shew Thyself to me,
On this Thy glad Epiphany.

3.

But I, like Thee, am poor and weak,
No treasures, LORD, are mine,

Myself alone have I to give

To be for ever Thine.

O make me know Thee more and more,
Shine in my heart by grace,
Till on Thy glorious Throne in Heaven
I see Thee, Face to face.

Dear Saviour, shew Thyself to me, On this Thy glad Epiphany. Amén.

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T Thy cradle, blessed Saviour, Kings and shepherds humbly meet, Bring their gifts and their devotion, Lay them at Thy Infant Feet. Oh, we long like them to offer

Something that the LORD will prize; What can children bring to JESUS That is worthy in His eyes? Far away in highest Heaven Angels worship at Thy Throne, Cast their golden crowns before Thee, Thou their King, and Thou alone. Oh, we also long to offer

Something that the LORD will prize; What have we to cast before Him That is worthy in His eyes?

In the world Thou hast created,
All things speak of God above,
Ocean thunders forth Thy praises,
Birds are hymning Thy dear love.
Oh, we also long to offer

Something that the LORD will prize;
What can children do for JESUS
That is worthy in His eyes?

Hardly dare we breathe the question,
Great and holy as Thou art;
Yet Thy gentle voice replying,
Whispers, "Child, give Me thy heart."
Gladly, gladly we will offer

Something that the LORD will prize;
Lo, our love we bring unto Him,
This is precious in His eyes. Amen.