The star pro­claims the King is here;
But, Her­od, why this sense­less fear?
He takes no realms of earth away
Who gives the realms of heav’n­ly day.

The wis­er Magi see from far
And follow on His guid­ing star;
And led by light, to light they press
And by their gifts their God con­fess.

Within the Jor­dan’s crys­tal flood
In meek­ness stands the Lamb of God
And, sin­less, sanc­ti­fies the wave,
Mankind from sin to cleanse and save.

At Ca­na first His pow­er is shown;
His might the blush­ing waters own
And, chang­ing as He speaks the word,
Flow wine, obe­di­ent to their Lord.

All glo­ry, Je­sus, be to Thee
For this Thy glad epi­pha­ny;
Whom with the Fa­ther we ad­ore
And Ho­ly Ghost for­ev­er­more.