Creator of the Stars of Night

Creator of the stars of night,
Thy people’s everlasting Light;
O Christ, Redeemer, save us all
And hear Thy servants when they call.

Thou grieving that the Ancient curse
Should doom to death a universe,
Hast found the healing, full of grace,
To cure and save our ruined race.

O Thou, whose coming is with dread
To judge the living and the dead,
Preserve us from the ancient foe
While still we dwell on earth below.

Text: Latin, 5th-10th century
Translated by John Mason Neale, 1818-1866
Stanzas 1, 2, & 5