Advent Hymn

Creator of the starry frame,

Eternal light of all who live;

Jesu, Redeemer of mankind,

An ear to Thy poor suppliants give.

When man, o'erwhelm'd in sin and death,

Was wholly lost in Satan's snare,

Love brought Thee down to cure our ills,

By taking of those ills a share.

Thy love for guilty men it was

That caus'd Thy sacred blood to flow;

When issuing from Thy virgin shrine,

Thou didst to death a victim go.

Great Judge of all, in that last day

When friends shall fail and foes combine,

Look down in pity then, we pray,

And guard us with Thine arm divine.

To God the Father and the Son

All praise and power and glory be,

With thee, O sacred Paraclete,

Both now and through eternity.