The Epiphany Hymn Rings Haste

Incarnational hope hastens hence

on bud, breeze, and blossom

grieving rynds banished in lilac scents.

Hark, the Epiphany Hymn rings haste

from its loveliest biding-place.

A lavish breach of winter's curt hard sword

an ardent repudiation of death's dark pall

the out-viening sun of the Christus Lord.

Hark, the Epiphany hymn rings haste

From its loveliest biding-place

At the refectory of your loving-care

the transfiguration clarion sounds a call

that didactae could ne're convey nor spare.

Hark, the Epiphany hymn rings haste

From its loveliest biding-place

Thus, Gospel comes ensconced in Word and Deed

and the evidence is your shimmering touch:

Christus Victor, shown in a life's sown seed.

Hark, the Epiphany hymn rings haste

From its loveliest biding-place

Tristan Gylberd