Scripture Verse

Behold, I make all things new. Revelation 21:5

Introduction

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Alfred T. T. Verney-Cave
(1849–1928)

Words: 12th Cen­tu­ry (Sal­va­tor mun­di Do­mi­ne). Found in the Har­lei­an ma­nu­scripts of the Bri­tish Mu­se­um (num­ber 2928, fo­lio 110b). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Alfred T. T. Ver­ney-Cave, 1883. Pub­lished in An­nus Sanc­tus, Vol­ume 1, ed­it­ed by Or­by Ship­ley (Lon­don & New York: Burns & Oates, 1884), page 32. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as Lord Braye, Ver­ney-Cave’s title.

Music: Ab­bots­ford Ca­tho­lische Geist­liche Ge­sän­ge (An­der­nach, Ger­ma­ny: 1608) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lyrics

O Savior of the world forlorn,
Who man to save this day wast born,
Our days are sinking to their night,
In darkness save, save us in light.

Let Thy most blessèd favor be
Around us as we bend the knee;
Blot out our sin; Thy heavenly ray
Dispels the gloom and makes our day.

No sleep shall thus weigh down the mind,
Nor ghostly foe unguarded find;
Nor reason yielding to a dream
Wake less responsive to Thy beam.

O Thou that makest all things new,
With cravings of the heart we sue,
Our lives may, fresh from Thee their source,
Renew the pureness of their course.

To God the Father endless praise,
And to His only Son we raise;
An equal glory as is meet
Be sung to God the Paraclete.