Glory to Thee, O Lord,
Who by Thy migh­ty pow­er
Didst ma­ni­fest Thy glo­ry forth
In Ca­na’s mar­riage hour.

Thou spak­est: it was done:
Obedient to Thy word,
The water red­den­ing in­to wine
Proclaimed the pre­sent Lord.

Blest were the eyes which saw
That won­drous mys­te­ry,
The great be­gin­ning of Thy works
That kin­dled faith in Thee.

And bless­èd they who know
Thine un­seen pre­sence true,
When in the king­dom of Thy grace
Thou mak­est all things new.

For by Thy lov­ing hand
Thy peo­ple still are fed;
Thine is the cup of bless­ing, Lord,
And Thou the heav’n­ly bread.

O may that grace be ours,
Ever in Thee to live,
And drink of those re­fresh­ing streams,
Which Thou alone canst give.

So, led from strength to strength,
Grant us, O Lord, to see
The mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb,
Thy great epi­pha­ny.