Creator of the stars of night,
Thy people's everlasting Light:
O Christ Redeemer, save us all
And hear Thy servants when they call.
Thou, grieving that the ancient curse
Should doom to death a universe,
Hast found the healing, full of grace,
To cure and save our ruined race.
Thou cam'st the Bridegroom of the Bride,
As drew the world to eventide,
The spotless Victim all divine
Proceeding from a Virgin shrine.
At whose dread name, majestic now,
All knees must bend, all hearts must bow;
All things celestial Thee shall own,
And things terrestial, Lord alone.
O Thou whose coming is with dread
To judge the living and the dead,
Preserve us from the ancient Foe
While still we dwell on earth below.
--Unknown, Latin Hymn, 9th century