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- 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.
- 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.
- Killed at the tyrant’s anxious call,
For Christ a thousand victims fall;
And mothers’ hearts the piteous tale
Of murdered innocents bewail.
- 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.
- Marvels the Pharisees refute
That would his heavenly birth dispute;
The sick no more with fever burn,
And at his voice the dead return.
- New evidence of Wondrous power
Behold in Cana’s marriage-dower;
Swift its own nature to resign,
The water blushes into wine.