On the Twelfth Night of Christmas, I Sang a Shape Note Song.

This is my favorite Epiphany hymn.  I've blogged about it before, except that last year I didn't have a link to an audio version.  For a "fancy" version of the same piece, go here, scroll down and click "play."

Low at his feet we in humble prostration,
Lose all our sorrow and trouble and strife;
There we receive his divine consolation,
Flowing afresh from the fountain of life.