O happy day, when first was poured
The blood of our re­deem­ing Lord!
O hap­py day, when first be­gan
His suf­fer­ings for sin­ful man!

Just en­tered on this world of woe,
His blood alrea­dy learned to flow;
His fu­ture death was thus ex­pressed,
And thus His ear­ly love con­fessed.

From Heav­en des­cend­ing to ful­fill
The man­dates of His Fa­ther’s will,
E’en now be­hold the Vic­tim lie,
The Lamb of God, pre­pared to die!

Lord, cir­cum­cise our hearts, we pray,
Our flesh­ly na­tures purge away;
Thy name, Thy like­ness may they bear:
Yea, stamp Thy ho­ly im­age there!

O Lord, the vir­gin born, to Thee
Eternal praise and glo­ry be,
Whom with the Fa­ther we adore,
And Ho­ly Ghost for­ev­er­more.