While We Our Weary Eyelids Close
For The Season Of Advent.
Compline.
Words: In Noctis Umbra Desides, Charles Coffin (1676-1749), Paris Breviary, 1736
Source: Rev. John Chandler, The Hymns of the Primitive Church (London: John W. Parker, 1837), p. 10.
While we our weary eyelids close,
And stretch our limbs in soft repose,
The waking soul to God
may rise,
And lift to him its faithful sighs.
Desire of nations, Lord of
grace,
Redeemer of a sinful race,
In pity hearken to the
groan
Of those whom sin hath overthrown !
Come, Jesu, come! our sins forgive,
And let thy ransomed people live !
Oh, if in Adam all must
die,
In Thee we claim the victory.
To God the Son, who came from heaven
To save mankind, all praise be given:
And God the Father we
adore,
And Holy Ghost, for evermore.
Amen.
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