Creator alme siderum
Tr. Dr. J. M. Neale
Creator of the starry height,
Thy people’s everlasting light;
Jesus, Redeemer, save us all,
And hear Thy servants when they call.
Thou, grieving that the ancient curse
Should doom to death an universe,
Hast found the med’cine full of grace,
To save and heal a ruin’d race.
Thou cam’st the Bridegroom of the Bride,
As drew the world to ev’ning tide;
Proceeding from a Virgin shrine,
The spotless Victim all divine.
At Whose dread Name, majestic now,
All knees must bend, all hearts must bow,
And things celestial Thee shall own,
And things terrestrial, Lord, alone.
O Thou Whose coming is with dread
To judge the living and the dead,
Preserve us, while we dwell below,
From ev’ry insult of the foe.
To Him who comes the world to free,
To God the Son, all glory be;
To God the Father, as is meet,
To God the blessed Paraclete.
The Marist Brothers, American Catholic Hymnal (New York: P. J. Kenedy & Sons, 1911).