The only Son from Heaven,
Foretold by ancient seers,
By God, the Father, given,
In human form appears;
No sphere His light confining,
No star so brightly shining
As He, our morning star.
O time of God appointed,
O bright and holy morn!
He comes, the king anointed,
The Christ, the virgin-born;
grim death to vanquish for us,
to open heav'n before us,
and bring us life again.
Awaken, Lord, our spirit
to know and love You more,
In faith to stand unshaken,
In spirit to adore,
That we through this world moving,
each glimpse of heaven proving
may reap its fullness there.
O Father, here before You,
with God the Holy Ghost,
and Jesus, we adore You,
O pride of angel-host
Before You mortals lowly cry,
"Holy, holy, holy,
O blessed Trinity!"
