Category: HymnsFriday Morning HymnDeus, qui caeli lumen O God the lamp of heaven high Dawn, casting up a crimson tide, The darkness from the sky has gone O God, O radiance wonderful , To you, our Savior, brightest, best, Translated by Fr. Thomas Buffer Jesus I Trust In You
The morn had spread her crimson rays, When range the skies with shouts of praise; Earth joined the joyful hymn to swell, That brought despair to vanquished hell. ———- He comes victorious from the grave, The Lord omnipotent to save, And brings with him to light of day The Saints who long imprisoned lay. ———- Vain is the cavern’s threefold ward– The stone, the seal the armed guard; O death, no more thine arm we fear, The Victor’s tomb is now thy bier. ———- Enough of death, enough of tears, Enough of sorrows and of fears! O hear yon white-robed angel cry, Death’s Conqueror lives, no more to die. ———- Grant, Lord, in thee each faithful mind Unceasing Paschal joy may find; And from the death of sin set free Souls newly born to life by thee. ———- To thee, once dead, who now dost live, All glory, Lord, thy people give, Whom with the Father we adore, And Holy Ghost for evermore. Amen. ———- |
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