1 Why, cruel Herod, dost thou fear,
Lest our great God and king appear?
He who can heav’nly crowns bestow
Comes not to seize thy throne below.
2 The wise men followed that bright star,
Which shone to them in realms afar;
While light itself by light they seek,
Their gifts, their faith and love bespeak.
3 The heav’nly Lamb the waters lave,
He sanctifies the crystal wave;
And He, whom sin could never stain,
Bids none upon our souls remain.
4 Behold a new display of might,
The pallid waters redden bright;
The mandate for the change once heard,
Wine flows obedient at the word.
5 Jesus, to Gentile kings displayed,
Glory to Thee and praise be paid,
With Father and with Holy Ghost,
Enthroned above the heav’nly host.