Our feast has failed, its fullness fled.
His mother pleads him in our stead
And prays him to restore the mirth
Which once in Eden filled the earth.
Sure of the might that now lies hid
Servants hear, “Obey what he bids!”
In faith the stony jars are filled.
Creator God is now revealed
Who spoke the darkness into day
And drives the night of death away.
Plain water hears its Master’s chime
And blushes humbly into wine.
The feast is spread, the wine is poured
Christ here is present and adored.
The Godhead beckons us to come
And share the dance that has begun.
Now let us leave our empty past.
And drink the best that's saved 'til last.
God's bounty here with us is shared;
A foretaste of the feast above.
This is the offering of his life
And fullest witness of his love.
Thus let us cast off every care;
Let joy and plenty be our fare.