O heav’nly Word, eter­nal Light,
Begotten of the Fa­ther’s might,
Who, in these latter days, art born
For succor to a world forlorn;

Our hearts enlighten from above,
And kindle with Thine own true love;
That we, who hear Thy call today,
May cast earth’s vanities away.

And when as judge Thou drawest nigh,
The secrets of all hearts to try;
When sinners meet their awful doom,
And saints attain their heavenly home;

O let us not, for evil past,
Be driven from Thy face at last;
But with the blessèd ev­er­more
Behold Thee, love Thee, and adore.

To God the Fa­ther, God the Son,
And God the Spi­rit, Three in One,
Praise, honor, might and glo­ry be
From age to age eternally.