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.