1 Why, Herod, why the Godhead fear,
When told Judea’s king was near?
Not earthly crowns away to bear
He came, but heav’nly to confer.

2 Led by the star, which ruled their sight,
To seek and find the Lord of Light,
The Magi spread their gifts abroad,
And prostrate own the present God.

3 The present God the heav’ns proclaim,
When to the laver pure He came,
The spotless Lamb; and on Him bore
Our sins, who knew not sin before.

4 The God the blushing waters own
By mighty sign, unheard, unknown;
When the pure spring, poured forth in wine,
Confessed the present power divine.

5 Now unto Him, th’incarnate Son,
Whose glory to the world was shown,
With God the Father glory be,
And, holy Comforter, with Thee!