| Crudelis Herodes, DeumRegem venire quid times?
 Non eripit mortalia,
 Qui regna dat cœlestia.
Ibant Magi, quam viderant,Stellam sequentes præviam:
 Lumen requirunt lumine:
 Deum fatentur munere.
Lavacra puri gurgitisCœlestis Agnus attigit:
 Peccata, quæ non detulit,
 Nos abluendo sustulit.
Novum genus potentias: Aquæ rubescunt hydrise,
 Vinumque jussa fundere,
 Mutavit unda originem.
Jesu, tibi sit gloria,Qui apparuisti Gentibus,
 Cum Patre, et almo Spiritu,
 In sempiterna sæcula.
 | Why, impious Herod, vainly fearThat Christ the Saviour cometh here?
 He takes no earthly realms away
 Who gives the crown that lasts for aye.
To greet His birth the Wise Men went,Led by the star before them sent;
 Called on by light, towards Light they pressed,
 And by their gifts their God confessed.
In holy Jordan’s purest waveThe heavenly Lamb vouchsafed to lave;
 That He, to whom was sin unknown,
 Might cleanse His people from their own.
New miracle of power divine!The water reddens into wine:
 He spake the word: and poured the wave
 In other streams than nature gave.
All glory, Lord, to Thee we payFor Thine Epiphany to-day:
 All glory, as is ever meet,
 To Father and to Paraclete.
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