Jesu! Our eter­nal king!
Thy Epi­ph­any we sing,
Manifested by Thy grace
To our lost and fall­en race.

O’er Thy cra­dle shone a star,
Guiding pil­grims from afar,
Bearing to their mak­er’s feet
Gold and myrrh and in­cense sweet.

In fair Jor­dan’s crys­tal wave
Thou wast merg­ed our souls to save;
To Thee came the heav’n­ly Dove,
With the Fa­ther’s voice of love.

At the feast in Ga­li­lee
Wondering guests Thy glo­ry see;
Water owns Thy pow­er di­vine,
Changing into rud­dy wine.

Jesu! Lord of life di­vine!
Let Thy star up­on us shine,
Wash us with Thy sav­ing blood,
Be Thy wine our sacr­ed food.

Till, up­borne in se­raph’s wing,
Heaven’s Epi­ph­any we sing,
Praising with the an­gel host,
Father, Son and Ho­ly Ghost.