From God the Fa­ther, vir­gin-born
To us the on­ly Son came down;
By death the font to con­se­crate,
The faith­ful to re­ge­ne­rate.

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.

Glide on, O glo­ri­ous Sun, and bring
The gift of heal­ing on Your wing;
To ev­ery dull and cloud­ed sense
The clear­ness of Your light dis­pense.

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.

Lord, once You came to earth’s do­main
And, we be­lieve, shall come again;
Be with us on the bat­tle­field,
From ev­ery harm Your peo­ple shield.

To You, O Lord, all glo­ry be
For this Your blest epi­pha­ny;
To God whom all His hosts ad­ore,
And Ho­ly Spir­it ev­er­more.