And Now, With Shades Of Night Opprest
For Advent: At The Compline
Behold the Lord hath proclaimed unto the end of the world, Say ye to the daughter of Zion, Behold thy salvation cometh.— Isaiah lxii.
Words: In Noctis Umbra Desides, Charles Coffin (1676-1749), Paris Breviary, 1736
Source: Isaac Williams, Hymns Translated from the Parisian Breviary (London: J.G.F. & J. Rivington, 1839), pp. 48-49.
And now, with shades of night opprest,
Our weary limbs are laid at rest,
The faithful soul shall wake and weep,
And unto Thee her vigils keep.
Health of the world, the Father's Word,
By whom our untold prayers are heard,
Desire of nations, hear our sighs,
And raise us from our miseries.
Why do Thy wheels so long delay?
Come Thou, and cast our chains away,
And ope the heavenly doors again,
Which Adam's crime hath closed amain.
Praise to the Son, who cometh down
To make lost man again His own;
Praise be throughout the days of Heaven
To Father and to Spirit given!