"Around Thee there in worship
Our choicest gifts we'll pour,
Our gold, and myrrh, and incense,
Thy lowly Throne before;
And when this life is over,
And all its clouds are riv'n,
Thy love -- the Star we've follow'd --
Shall be our Sun in Heav'n."
WH Turton 1885
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