Creator of the starry height, thy people's everlasting light, Jesus, Redeemer of us all, hear thou thy servants when they call.
Thou, sorr'wing at the helpless cry of all creation doomed to die, didst save our lost and guilty race, by healing gifts of heav'nly grace.
Love drew thee down, the world to win from common stain of common sin; proceeding from a virgin shrine the spotless victim all divine.
At thy great name, exalted now, all knees in lowly homage bow; all things in heav'n and earth adore, and own thee King forevermore.
To thee, O holy One, we pray, our Judge in that tremendous day, ward off, while yet we dwell below, the weapons of our crafty foe.
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. Amen.