Verbum supernum prodiens (Advent)

O Thou, who thine own Father’s breast
Forsaking, Word sublime!
Didst come to aid a world distress’d
In thy appointed time:

Our hearts enlighten with thy ray,
And kindle with thy love;
That, dead to earthly things, we may
Live but to things above.

So when before the Judgment-seat
The sinner hears his doom,
And when a voice divinely sweet
Shall call the righteous home;

Safe from the black and fiery flood,
That sweeps the dread abyss,
May we behold the face of God
In everlasting bliss.

Now to the Father, with the Son,
And Spirit evermore,
Be glory while the ages run,
As in all time before.