Venit e caelo Mediator alto

Daughter of Sion! cease thy bitter tears,
And calm thy breast;
Foretold through ages past, lo! now appears
Thy Mediator blest.

That garden, where of old our guilt began,
Wrought death and pain;
But this, where Jesus prays by night for man,
Brings life and joy again.

Hither, of his own will, the Lord, for all
Comes to atone;
And stays the thunderbolts about to fall
From the dread Father’s throne.

So shall He break the adamantine chain
Of Hell’s abyss;
And opening Heav’n long clos’d, call us again
To his eternal bliss.

Praise to the Son, to whom a name above
All names is given;
Praise to the Father and the Spirit of love,
From all in earth and Heaven.