Sovereign of Heaven, Who didst prevail
O'er death, and with Thy life-blood dye
The path by which we hope to scale
Yon starry sky:

Look down in mercy from Thy throne
At God's right hand, O Lord, and see
Us who are lingering here alone,
Orphaned of Thee.

Hear us, O Christ, for we were born
Out of the travail of Thy soul;
When by the spear Thy side was torn
To make us whole.

Thy toils and anguish at an end,
Thou wearest now a glorious crown:
The hour is come; send, Saviour, send
Thy Spirit down.

O Jesu, glory be to Thee,
To God's right hand Who didst ascend:
Glory to God, the One and Three
World without end.