O heav’nly Word, eter­nal Light,
Begotten of the Fa­ther’s might,
Who, in these lat­ter days, art born
For suc­cor to a world for­lorn;

Our hearts en­light­en from above,
And kin­dle with Thine own true love;
That we, who hear Thy call today,
May cast earth’s va­ni­ties away.

And when as judge Thou draw­est nigh,
The sec­rets of all hearts to try;
When sin­ners meet their aw­ful doom,
And saints at­tain their hea­ven­ly home;

O let us not, for ev­il past,
Be driv­en from Thy face at last;
But with the bless­èd ev­er­more
Behold Thee, love Thee, and ad­ore.

To God the Fa­ther, God the Son,
And God the Spir­it, Three in One,
Praise, hon­or, might and glo­ry be
From age to age eter­nal­ly.