The Grey Brethren(4)

THIRD KING

    Out of the shadow of the night I come, led by the starshine bright, With broken heart to bring to Thee The fruit of Thine Epiphany, The gift my fellows send by me, The myrrh to bed Thine agony. I set it here beneath Thy Feet, In token of Death's great defeat； And hail Thee Conqueror¹ in the strife²； And hail Thee Lord of Light and Life. All hail！ All hail the Virgin's Son！ All hail！ Thou little helpless One！ All hail！ Thou King upon the Tree！ All hail！ The Babe on Mary's knee, The centre of all mystery！