Author: John Sanderson

O nata lux de lumine,
Jesu redemptor saeculi,
Dignare clemens supplicum
Laudes precesque sumere.

Qui carne quondam contegi
Dignatus es pro perditis,
Nos membra confer effici
Tui beati corporis.

O Light born of Light,
Jesus, redeemer of the world,
with loving-kindness deign to receive
suppliant praise and prayer.

Thou who once deigned to be clothed in flesh
for the sake of the lost,
grant us to be members
of thy blessed body.

1 I love the Lord because he | heard my | voice:
the | voice of . my | supplication;
2 Because he in|clined his | ear to me:
in the | day | that I| called to him.

11 How shall I re|pay the | Lord:
for | all his | benefits | to me?
12 I will take up the | cup of . sal|vation:
and | call up.on the | name . of the | Lord.

13 I will pay my | vows . to the | Lord:
in the | presence . of | all his | people.
14 Grievous in the | sight . of the | Lord:
is the | death | of his | faithful ones.

15 O Lord I am your servant
your servant and the | child of . your | handmaid:
you | have un|loosed my | bonds.
16 I will offer you a sacrifice of | thanks|giving:
and | call up.on the | name . of the | Lord.

17 I will pay my | vows . to the | Lord:
in the | presence . of | all his | people,
18+ In the courts of the | house . of the | Lord:
even in your midst O Jerusalem | Praise |- the | Lord.

Forth in your name, O Lord, I go,
my daily labour to pursue,
thee only thee resolved to know
in all I think or speak or do.

The task thy wisdom has assigned
O let me cheerfully fulfill;
in all my works thy presence find,
and prove thy good and perfect will.

Thee may I set at my right hand,
whose eyes my inmost substance see,
and labour on at thy command
and offer all my works to thee.

Give me to bear thy easy yoke,
and every moment watch and pray,
and still to things eternal look
and hasten to thy glorious day.

For thee delightfully employ
Whate’er thy bounteous grace has given,
and run my course with even joy,
and closely walk with thee to heaven.

Bright the vision that delighted
Once the sight of Judah’s seer;
Sweet the countless tongues united
To entrance the prophet’s ear.

Round the Lord in glory seated
Cherubim and seraphim
Filled his temple, and repeated
Each to each the alternate hymn:

‘Lord, your glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto you be glory given,
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord.’

Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels’ cry,
‘Holy, Holy, Holy,’ singing,
‘Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.’

With his seraph train before him,
With his holy Church below,
Thus conspire we to adore him,
Bid we thus our anthem flow:

‘Lord your glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto you be glory given,
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord.’