Word Uncreate, Beloved One
Hymn for Advent (I.)
Source: Richard Mant, Ancient Hymns from the Roman Breviary (London: Rivingtons, 1871), pp. 65-66.
Word uncreate, Beloved One,
The eternal Sire's Co-equal Son,
Who in the course mature of time
Camest forth to bless this world of crime:
Illume our minds Thy truth to see,
Our souls inflame with love of Thee,
That, spurning earth's deceitful toys,
Our hearts may soar to heavenly joys.
So when Thy dreadful doom proclaims,
'Hence, sinners, to eternal flames;
And milder tones the just invite
To mansions of serene delight:
Not ours may be the whirling storm,
The quenchless fire, the deathless worm;
But heavenly bliss to dwell with Thee,
And God with open face to see.
All blessing, honour, glory, power,
To Him whom all His saints adore,
His Church below, His heavenly host,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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