I beheld Satan as lightning fall from Heaven.@Luke 10:18

Ada­m of St. Vic­tor, 12th Cen­tu­ry (Mun­di Re­no­va­tio). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Her­bert Kyn­as­ton, Oc­ca­sion­al Hymns (Lon­don: R. Clay, Son, & Tay­lor, 1862), pag­es 101–03, alt.

The Be­gin­ning of Months Joe Uth­up, 2017 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Joe Uthup (1988–)

Now the world new pleasures finds;
Hastes its votive sweets to pay;
All its wintry shroud unwinds,
Casts grave-clothes and night away.
Wakes to see its Savior rise,
Wakes on earth and in the skies;
Keeps His Paschal holy day.

Nimbly glide the ductile fires;
Rolls the light its tidal joys;
Ocean’s axles smooth their tires;
The world purges all alloys:
Clouds ascend the highest blue,
Weights their lowest depths pursue,
Earth upholds its equipoise.

Heav’n itself, now more serene,
Tempers all its breezes keen;
Brightly smiles the waters’ sheen:
And vales, terraced high in flowers,
All their drought with streamlets flush,
Pearl their dew with sunlight’s gush;
Spring leads on his joyous hours.

Now the prince of all the world
Winter’s icy flag has furled;
Downward all his might is hurled;
The tyrant of all mankind,
When he sought the spotless soul
Of the Savior to control,
Cast his kingdom to the wind.

Life has triumphed over death;
Sinking to the hell beneath,
Man recovers living breath;
And opens his eyes to see
All the joys of paradise;
For the cherub’s flaming sword
Turns but one way—to the Lord.