Creator of the Stars of Night

Creator of the stars of night

Thy peo­ple’s ev­er­last­ing light

Jesu

Re­deem­er

save us all

And hear Thy serv­ants when they call.

Thou

griev­ing that the an­cient curse

Should doom to death a uni­verse

Hast found the me­di­cine

full of grace

To save and heal a ru­ined race.

Thou cam’st

the Bride­groom of the bride

As drew the world to ev­en­ing-tide;

Proceeding from a vir­gin shrine

The spot­less vic­tim all di­vine.

At whose dread name

ma­jes­tic now

All knees must bend

all hearts must bow;

And things ce­les­ti­al Thee shall own

And things ter­res­tri­al

Lord alone.

O Thou whose com­ing is with dread

To judge and doom the quick and dead

Preserve us

while we dwell be­low

From ev­ery in­sult of the foe.

To Him who comes the world to free

To God the Son

all glo­ry be;

To God the Fa­ther

as is meet

To God the bless­èd Pa­ra­clete.