Ophir

As did our gold and precious stone
bring Wisdom then to chosen land:
would Thou, O Lord, as far from home
bring us to harvests yet at hand.

And past that night, O light sublime,
wherein that Dame to James did shine;
didst to Ophir again bring Thou He
to sow these golden chains to Thee.

Make me a pearl of Caeli’s gate!
Send forth the hammer of Thy Might!
May we push forth in golden grace
spreading the riches of Thy right.

And to the world by sin though bent
wherefrom in yore a king once went
yet from Ophir again wouldst Thou send
our race of algum soul to mend.