Advent Calendar #12

Maker of the Starry Sphere

Maker of the starry sphere, 
Light to all thy people dear, 
Jesu, Saviour, Lord of all, 
Hearken to thy people's call 

When our nature fainting lay, 
Crushed by Satan's cruel sway, 
Blest physician, 'twas thy love 
Brought us healing from above. 

In the blessed Mary's womb , 
Purest flesh thou didst assume, 
That to God above might rise 
The all-holy sacrifice. 

Unto heaven exalted now, 
At thy sacred name shall bow 
All that on the earth do dwell, 
All in heaven, and all in hell 

Thou, who on the judgment-day 
Our most secret thoughts shalt weigh, 
Shield us now with pitying care, 
Guard us from temptation's snare. 

Honour, glory, love and praise, 
Be through never-ending days, 
To the Father and the Son 
And the Spirit, Three in One. 

Words: Creator alme siderum. Revised from Conditor alme siderum.

Translation:  Robert Campbell, of Sherrington

Source: Orby Shipley, Annus Sanctus: Hymns of the Church for the Ecclesiastical Year. Vol. 1. (London: Burns and Oates, 1884), p. 13.