Why, He­rod, un­re­lent­ing foe,
Doth the Lord’s com­ing move thee so?
He doth no earth­ly king­dom seek
Who brings His king­dom to the meek.

Led by the star, the wise men find
The Light that light­ens all man­kind;
The three­fold pre­sents which they bring
Declare Him God, and Man, and King.

In Jor­dan’s sac­red wa­ters stood
The meek and hea­ven­ly Lamb of God,
And He who did no sin, there­by
Cleansed us from all ini­qui­ty!

And now a mi­ra­cle was done:
Six wa­ter pots stood there of stone;
Christ spake the word with pow­er di­vine,
The wa­ter red­dened in­to wine.

All hon­or un­to Christ be paid,
Pure off­spring of the ho­ly maid,
With Fa­ther and with Ho­ly Ghost,
Till time in end­less time be lost.