Why, im­pi­ous He­rod, shouldst thou fear
Because the Christ is come so near?
He who doth hea­ven­ly king­doms grant
Thine earth­ly realm can ne­ver want.

Lo, sag­es from the East are gone
To where the star hath new­ly shone:
Led on by light to Light they press,
And by their gifts their God con­fess.

The Lamb of God is ma­ni­fest
Again in Jor­dan’s wa­ter blest,
And He who sin had ne­ver known
By wash­ing hath our sins un­done.

Yet He that rul­eth ev­ery­thing
Can change the na­ture of the spring,
And gives at Ca­na this for sign—
The wa­ter red­dens in­to wine.

Then glo­ry, Lord, to Thee we pay
For thine Epi­pha­ny to­day;
All glo­ry through eter­ni­ty
To Fa­ther, Son, and Spir­it be.