CREATOR alme siderum,
Æterna lux credentium,
Jesu, Redemptor omnium,
Intende votis supplicum.

Qui dæmonis ne fraudibus
Periret orbis, impetu
Amoris actus, languidi
Mundi medela factus es.

Commune qui mundi nefas
Ut expiares, ad Crucem
E Virginis sacrario
Intacta prodis victima.

Cujus potestas gloriae,
Nomenque cum primum sonat,
Et cœlites, et inferi
Tremente curvantur genu.

Te deprecamur ultimas
Magnum diei Judicem:
Armis supernæ gratiæ
Defende nos ab hostibus.

Virtus, honor, laus, gloria
Deo Patri, cum Filio,
Sancto simul Paraclito,
In sæculorum sæcula.

CREATOR of the stars of night,
Thy people's everlasting light,
Jesu, Redeemer, save us all,
And hear Thy servants when they call.

Thou, grieving that the ancient curse
Should doom to death an universe,
Hast found the med'cine, full of grace,
To save and heal a ruin'd race.

Thou cam'st, the Bridegroom of the Bride,
As drew the world to evening tide,
Proceeding from a virgin shrine,
The spotless Victim all divine.

At whose dread Name, majestic now,
All knees must bend, all hearts must bow;
And things celestial Thee shall own,
And things terrestrial, Lord alone.

O Thou whose coming is with dread,
To judge the living and the dead,
Preserve us, while we dwell below,
From ev'ry insult of the foe.

To Him who comes the world to free.
To God the Son, all glory be:
To God the Father, as is meet,
To God the blessed Paraclete.