Kind Framer of the Firmament

Kind Fram­er of the fir­ma­ment

Their light eter­nal

who be­lieve

Christ

hear us

and our cries pre­vent

Savior of all

our pray­ers re­ceive:

Who

sor­row­ing that by death’s sharp sting

The race of man should come to naught

Hast saved a world

when lang­uish­ing

And heal­ing to the guil­ty brought.

The world fast wan­ing to its eve—

Like bride­groom

from His vault­ed home

He deigned that nob­lest shrine to leave

The bless­èd mo­ther’s vir­gin womb.

He

at whose name all bend

and bow

To His Al­migh­ti­ness the knee

In Heav’n above and earth be­low

Confessors of His ma­jes­ty.

Thee we im­plore

O ho­ly Lord—

For Thou wilt come our judge to be

From us in ev­ery sea­son ward

The ar­rows of the ene­my.

Praise

hon­or

might and glo­ry meet

To God the Fa­ther and the Son;

And to the ho­ly Pa­ra­clete

While ev­er­last­ing ag­es run.