On this day, the first of days,
God the Fa­ther’s name we praise;
Who, cre­ation’s Lord and spring
Did the world from dark­ness bring.

On this day the eter­nal Son
Over death His tri­umph won;
On this day the Spir­it came
With His gifts of liv­ing flame.

O that fer­vent love to­day
May in ev­ery heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright
God, the source of life and light.

Father, who didst fa­shion me
Image of Thy­self to be,
Fill me with Thy love di­vine,
Let my ev­ery thought be Thine.

Holy Je­sus, may I be
Dead and bur­ied here with Thee;
And, by love in­flamed, arise
Unto Thee a sac­ri­fice.

Thou, who dost all gifts im­part,
Shine, sweet Spir­it, in my heart;
Best of gifts Thy­self be­stow;
Make me burn Thy love to know.

God, the bless­èd Three in One,
Dwell with­in my heart alone;
Thou dost give Thy­self to me;
May I give my­self to Thee.