Thy Father's Bosom Thou Didst Leave
For Advent: Matins
Source: Rev. John Chandler, The Hymns of the Primitive Church (London: John W. Parker, 1837), pp. 41-42.
Thy Father's bosom thou didst
Eternal Word of God;
On earth awhile, to save mankind,
Thou madest thine abode.
Enlighten, then, our breasts, we
Inflame them with thy love:
And fill our renovated hearts
With rapture from above.
That so, when sinners shall be
To endless flames in hell,
And thou shalt summon thine elect,
With Thee on high to dwell,
We may not to that curst abode,
In that fierce storm be driven,
But see the face of God on high,
And share the joys of heaven.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God, whom we adore,
All praise and glory be ascribed,
Both now and evermore.
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