1 Kind Framer of the firmament,
Their light eternal, who believe,
Christ, hear us, and our cries prevent,
Savior of all, our prayers receive:
2 Who, sorrowing that by death’s sharp sting
The race of man should come to naught,
Hast saved a world, when languishing,
And healing to the guilty brought.
3 The world fast waning to its eve—
Like bridegroom, from His vaulted home,
He deigned that noblest shrine to leave
The blessèd mother’s virgin womb.
4 He, at whose name all bend, and bow
To His Almightiness the knee,
In Heav’n above and earth below,
Confessors of His majesty.
5 Thee we implore, O holy Lord—
For Thou wilt come our judge to be,
From us in every season ward
The arrows of the enemy.
6 Praise, honor, might and glory meet,
To God the Father and the Son;
And to the holy Paraclete,
While everlasting ages run.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14160
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