16th century poem about the Maji:
That so that Blessed birth, oh Christ,
Might through the world be spread about,
Thy star appeared in the East,
Where by the gentiles found thee out,
And offering Myrr, Incense, and Gold,
Thy threefold office did unfold.
Sweet Jesus, let that Star of thine,
Thy Grace, which guides to find out thee,
Within our hearts for ever shine,
That thou of us found out must been,
And thou shalt be our King,
Our priest and prophet even more.
Tears that from true repentance drop,
Instead of Myrr, present will we,
For incense we will offer up
Our prayers and praises unto thee,
And bring for gold each pious deed, which doth from saving faith proceed.
And as those wisemen never went,
To visit Herod anymore,
So finding thee we will repent,
Our courses followed here to form,
And that we homeward may retire,
Our way be thee we will enquire.