Immense caeli conditor

Lord of immensity sublime!
Who, lest the waters should confound
Thy world, didst them in earliest time
Divide, and make the skies their bound;

Framing for some on earth below,
For others in the heav’ns a place;
That so the sun’s attemper’d glow
Might not thy beauteous works efface.

Upon our fainting souls distil
The grace of thy celestial dew;
Let no fresh snare to sin beguile,
No former sin revive anew.

Grant us the grace, for love of Thee,
To scorn all vanities below;
Faith to detect each falsity;
And knowledge, Thee alone to know.

Father of mercies! hear our cry;
Hear us, O sole-begotten Son!
Who, with the Holy Ghost most high,
Reignest while endless ages run.