While We Our Weary Eyelids Close
For The Season Of Advent.
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
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.
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