When Christ’s ap­pear­ing was made known,
King Her­od trem­bled for his throne;
But He who of­fers hea­v’n­ly birth
Sought not the king­dom of this earth.

The east­ern sag­es saw from far
And fol­lowed on His guid­ing star;
By light their way to light they trod,
And by their gifts con­fessed their God.

Within the Jor­dan’s sac­red flood
The heav’n­ly Lamb in meek­ness stood,
That He, to whom no sin was known,
Might cleanse His peo­ple from their own.

And O what mi­ra­cle di­vine,
When wa­ter red­dened in­to wine!
He spake the word, and forth it flowed
In streams that na­ture ne’er be­stowed.

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