Dear Maker of the starry skies,
Light never lost by faithful eyes,
Christ, thee salvation sent to all,
Be near thy servants when they call.

Thy love, that pitied from on high
A guilty race foredoomed to die,
Was fain that sentence to repeal,
Those failing energies to heal.

So, at the eventide of earth,
From that bride-chamber of thy birth,
Our mortal flesh thou didst assume,
Born of a spotless Virgin's womb.

O thou, at whose august decree,
Once heard, creation bends the knee,
While heav'n and earth obey thy will,
Trembling before thee, and are still.

Holiest of holy ones, from whom
Eternity receives its doom,
In this brief world of time we pray,
Keep Satan's treach'rous darts at bay.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in one,
Glory and pow'r and majesty
Through everlasting ages be.