Creator of the skies,
Our single hope, our glory,
To thee our song shall rise.
For thou, the world's Redeemer,
Hast come with grace sublime,
To raise weak man from sorrow
And cleanse his heart of crime.
Thy tender love has found us
In misery fast bestead,
And lifting us in mercy,
Has crushed the serpent's head.
To free the earth of evil
Man's form thou didst assume,
O Son of God, proceeding
From Mary's spotless womb.
The glory of salvation
Doth now the world adorn,
The splendour of the Father,
A tender Babe is born.
He comes, our Hope bespoken
By signs and prophecies,
The promise of the ages,
The Lord of earth and skies.
No more shall sin and sorrow
Oppress with fatal power ;
To every true believer
Is given the heavenly dower.
Then let us lift our voices
In songs of praise and prayer,
And seek, as faithful servants,
The joys of heaven to share.
Otloh of St Emmeram [also Othlo] (c. 1010 – c. 1072) Germany
Translated by Daniel Joseph Donahoe
Source: Early Christian hymns, Series II : translations of the verses of the early and middle ages
by Daniel Joseph Donahoe, Donahoe pub. co., 1911
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