How Vain Was Impious Herod’s Dread

How vain was im­pi­ous Her­od’s dread

To see the crown on Je­sus’ head!

His hand no earth­ly good de­nies

Who gives the king­dom of the skies.

The wise men by His star are brought

To Him whom saints and pro­phets sought;

Their of­fer­ings Him their God con­fess

Their eyes the light eter­nal bless.

O meek and ho­ly Lamb

to Thee

Let men and ang­els bow the knee;

Our race to sanc­ti­fy and save

Thou dost des­cend to Jor­dan’s wave.

Lo

in her pure and glad­some hour

Cana be­held

O Christ

Thy pow­er!

The wa­ter changed to wine doth show

That Thou art God with us be­low.

Again

O Je­su

let Thy might

Appear in all the hea­then’s sight;

In Thee alone be all our boast

O Fa­ther

Son

and Ho­ly Ghost!