Rich Gold From The Earth Is Delved Lyrics

1. Rich gold from the earth is delved,
With toil from deep mines it is torn;
Yet by wise men devout
It was freely pour'd out,
When the King our Lord was born.
Fair love is the costliest, best,
And choicest of graces that be,
This give we to Christ,
For His love unpriced
At His glad Epiphany.

2. Sweet fumes from the censer rise
At eve and at early morn,
And incense was poured
From the wise men's hoard,
When our great High Priest was born.
The incense of prayer and praise
Doth rise from the heart-alter free;
Our souls ever learn
That for Christ they must burn
At His glad Epiphany.

3. Their off'ring of bitter myrrh
The wise men then raised on high,
And laid at Christ's feet
With reverence meet --
For Jesus was born to die.
Yes, Thine, Lord, to toil and die,
That we may have life in Thee,
By Thy bitter-sweet grace
Beholding Thy face,
At Thy last Epiphany.