HEROD, WHY THRILLS THY HEART

  1. Herod, why thrills thy heart with fear?
    The royal Babe thou seekest here
    Envies no earthly toys, for he
    A heavenly crown doth offer thee.
  2. In haste to Bethlehem that day
    The wise men took their star-led way,
    Their light to seek, where light doth shew,
    Gifts on the Giver to bestow.
  3. Killed at the tyrant’s anxious call,
    For Christ a thousand victims fall;
    And mothers’ hearts the piteous tale
    Of murdered innocents bewail.
  4. Lo, dipped in Jordan’s cleansing stream,
    The Lamb of God would whiter seem;
    Yet ’twas our sins, in foul array,
    He bore, and bearing washed away.
  5. Marvels the Pharisees refute
    That would his heavenly birth dispute;
    The sick no more with fever burn,
    And at his voice the dead return.
  6. New evidence of Wondrous power
    Behold in Cana’s marriage-dower;
    Swift its own nature to resign,
    The water blushes into wine.

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