Hymns for Advent and Christmas

Creator of the circling stars,

Light of Thy faithful saints,

Jesus, Redeemer, hear our prayers,

And pity our complaints.

Who, lest the mighty foe should win

Dominion o'er the earth,

The languid world's sweet Medicine

Became by Thy blest Birth.

Who, to the Cross and hard cold Tomb,

To expiate our shame,

Forth from the Virgin's hallowed womb,

A spotless Victim came.

Thy awful Name, and glorious Power,

When heaven and hell first hear,

On bended knees they both adore

With gladness, or with fear.