Dear Maker of the starry skies,
Light never lost by faithful eyes,
Christ, the 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 bridechamber of Thy birth
Our mortal flesh Thou didst assume,
Born of a spotless Virgin's womb.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Glory and pow'r and majesty
Through everlasting ages be.