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. 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. 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. Behold a new display of might, The pallid waters redden bright; The mandate for the change once heard, Wine flows obedient at the word. Jesus, to Gentile kings displayed, Glory to Thee and praise be paid, With Father and with Holy Ghost, Enthroned above the heav’nly host.