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.