1 From God the Father, virgin-born
To us the only Son came down;
By death the font to consecrate,
The faithful to regenerate.
2 Beginning from His home on high
In human flesh He came to die;
Creation by His death restored,
And shed new joys of life abroad.
3 Glide on, O glorious Sun, and bring
The gift of healing on Your wing;
To eve'ry dull and clouded sense
The clearness of Your light dispense.
4 Abide with us, O Lord, we pray;
The gloom of darkness chase away;
Your work of healing, Lord, begin,
And take away the stain of sin.
5 Lord, once You came to earth’s domain
And, we believe, shall come again;
Be with us on the battlefield,
From ev'ry harm Your people shield.
6 To You, O Lord, all glory be
For this Your blest epiphany;
To God, whom all His hosts adore,
And Holy Spirit evermore.
|First Line:||From God the Father, virgin-born|
|Title:||From God the Father, Virgin-Born|
|Translator:||John Mason Neale, 1818-66|
|Source:||Latin, c. 5th-10th cent.|
|Name:||DEUS TUORUM MILITUM|
|Arranger:||Janet Muth, b. 1962|
|Incipit:||13515 43211 31671|
|Source:||Antiphoner, Grenoble, 1753|